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The first year my husband and I lived together, I was working as a line cook and he was working second shift at a wire factory.  We lived in central Minnesota.  This was 1999.  I would get off at around 9:30 at night, drive home, do a bit of cleaning and watch something awful on TV.  Ben would come home around 11:30 and we would take my Saab to get groceries.  Though we were young and relatively poor, we shopped at the nicest grocery store in town.  We drank French Market coffee, made paella with some frequency, and always bought organic  Read more >

4:50 pm: Daughter and I arrive home. Husband is playing fetch with dog in the backyard. I preheat the oven for dinner. 5:05 pm: Husband plays with daughter while I make meatballs and start water boiling for pasta. 5:06 pm: Dog pukes on the living room floor. 5:06:30: pm Husband pukes while shoveling dog’s puke into the garbage can with a spatula. Daughter cries. 5:07 pm: I discover I have placed a paring knife between the burner and the stock pot. It is now on fire. 5:07:30 pm: I use tongs to carry the burning knife outside.  Read more >