I'm on the train, heading home from work. I have my laptop out, doing the random Internet stuff that I do to pass the time. My cellphone rings. It is JR's dad - who is at home. This conversation ensues:
"Hey, Honey, are you on the Internet?"
"Could you do a Google search on roasting chestnuts and tell me what temperature to set the oven?"
In case you're wondering, it's 425 degrees
lots and lots of sourdough–my routine
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