"You let me eat raw egg?" I whined.
"Pulease, you eat cookie dough all the time," she said.
"That's different," I said, "God blesses cookie dough and keeps it safe. Known fact, Lisa. KNOWN FACT"
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Monday, March 4, 2013
Pasta shells stuffed with ricotta, italian sausage and spinach for dinner tonight. Yum - best of all the kids might reject them, leaving more for me. In the meantime, while we were stuffing them I ate some of the mixture, only to be mildly annoyed when Lisa told me she'd added a raw egg to the mix for cohesion.
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