I decided, against everyone's better judgement, that I would try to cook just one more time.
I decided on hamburgers.
I headed to the fridge. Took the 8 little buns out of the fridge. Set the 8 little buns on the counter... and screamed.
Yeah. I better not cook. Not only would I make my husband sick again, but I just might cure all the world's ills with this beautiful penicillin.
McDonald's? I am not your greatest competition...