Eight-hour pork roast with garlic bread and chopped salad.
Here's something to drive a person crazy:
This roast smells fantastic as it cooks, which is all day. So Eli notices, and says it smells delicious, and wants to know what's cooking in the oven. "It's meat for dinner," I say, solicitously. "Do you think you'd like to try some?" And then he runs across the house screaming "NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" like I offered to serve him his own leg.
Itwillpassitwillpassitwillpassitwillpassitwillpassitwillpass.
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