F*ck it! That is how I feel right now. I have nothing in the kitchen that speaks of easiness except rice. I have not even started brining the chicken for our meal. I wish I were Samantha or Jeannie and could snap my bloody fingers and have a meal on the table in seconds. I guess if food comes out of nowhere, you have to wonder if it really is food. We'll be eating air pies and calling it delicious. Maybe magic isn't the answer.
Back to the drawing board.
