People call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a door mat or a prostitute. Rebecca West
Sunday, January 17, 2010
It's almost automatic. When we put chicken, as in whole chicken on the list, we head for the fridge to check the veggie bin. Carrots, celery, cabbage, 'shrooms, peppers (this time?) and the pantry (do we finally have buy tomatoes?) because that chicken carcass is going in the pot. If that bird still had a cackle when it reached the store mom would figure out how to use that too.