Do You Really Know What You Are Eating?

Or should I say “Do You Really WANT To Know What You Are Eating?” I hate surprises. I really hate surprises. I really, REALLY hate surprises! Culinary ones, that is. For example, I get cold chills when someone mentions a secret ingredient. Chicken gizzards hiding in that soup? Yup. Vinegar in that cherry pie? Yuuup….

The Dog Ate What?

It is really hard for my husband to surprise me. After all, I monitor the bank account like a hawk as we have been hacked a couple of times so I have a very annoying habit of saying things like “Did you really spend $45 bucks at Steak N’ Shake?” or “You ordered WHAT from…