Cooking for Margy
She's gotta eat!
About Me
the cook
I'm a guy at home and I'm making dinner for my girl. Now and then, she's making dinner for me. Sometimes we even eat out. No matter what, everyone's just cooking for Margy...
For the record, it's pronounced MAR-ghee, not MAR-jee.
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Saturday, February 18, 2006
Margy Cuts a Corner
You gotta do what you gotta do. You could do worse, I guess, than a meatball sub from Subway.
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