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.
It's a jam-packed week, so we're taking advantage of all the stuff we made a few Sundays ago, when it was still cool out. What did busy, hungry people do before the invention of the freezer?
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