Last night GF arrived home and said, "Mmm, what's for dinner? That smells good." I proudly showed her the pan filled with Kielbasa, peppers and onions.
Then she said, "Didn't your doctor tell you you're supposed to be cutting back on fried foods?"
"I didn't fry anything," I said. "It's saute'd."
It made sense to me.
Just got the following email re: "Your Dinner Tonight"
Yup. When Nathan is left to his own devices, things go WILD here. Can you say Hamachi?