We made a double batch of spaghetti sauce so we could freeze some. As dinner was winding down, I all-of-a-sudden had no idea how I was going to get the sauce into the jars. Without skipping a beat, Tyler grabs a knife and cuts off the bottom of the just-emptied milk jug. I love my engineer.
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We Calder women aren't known for our common sense. Sometimes the most obvious solution escapes me. I can only think of the most multi-stepped complicated solutions.
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