My worst nightmare has come to life: my cooking may have made my visitor from Australia sick!

The bad part is the realization that my digestive organs are used to bad/contaminated/oddly prepared food, but apparently she has not been exposed to questionable intake. There are certain advantages to having a cast-iron stomach: I can eat anything!

I love it when things come together as planned. I’m referring to my philosophy of
‘having my Thanksgiving dinner and eating it too’. This translates to: I ate until I was stuffed, and I didn’t have to cook…anything, unless you count making iced tea as cooking.