I picked the Week 10 slate the same way J.J. McCarthy throws the football over the course of an entire game. A promising start soon devolved into an inexcusable and series of baffling near-misses and unnecessary desperation heaves downfield, resulting in frustrating loss after frustrating loss.
Life's too short to insist on making one's own chicken tenders, a foodstuff you can get absolutely anywhere, and which metaphysically cannot vary in quality, regardless of where they're from.
The secret of the Reuben sandwich is that if you're good enough at cooking to make mac and cheese from a box, you can make a better Reuben than you can buy anywhere else.
What else are you gonna do, watch six hours of pregame shows? Trust me, you're gonna want a task to spare you from this fate.
Ultimately, meatballs are just about impossible to screw up. If you have meat, and if you have the other stuff, and you cook them thoroughly, the worst possible result will still taste pretty darn good.
The following recipe produces a red tomato sauce that is precisely of the sort one might expect to find accompanying a large plate of pasta noodles, or perhaps a meatball or two.
The only reason to watch any other game that does not feature your favorite team is in order to avoid extended family members whose every utterance, if not mere presence, fills you with boiling rage.
I don't want to denigrate the jarred stuff too much, as it saw me through some boring times, but we can do better.
I want you to experiment, but I think I've struggled to tell you what experimental cooking looks like. That means it's time to show you.
In the best case scenario – the one in which you, my loyal readers, give me the benefit of the doubt and conclude that I am acting with the best of intentions – it would be both arrogant and foolish of me to presume that you require my assistance in your quest to eat too much this week.
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