Work, Cook, Wrench on Buick (or pay someone to do what's hard) and then drive the snot out of said Buick (coming soon to a Kill Section near you) .......... it's all I have left at 60.........
My mother made me become a good cook, because she could/would/did burn water.
Aperitif/Appetizer - 32oz bottle of A1 beer (Brewed in Phoenix, AZ) for her. Then one with dinner, then one after dinner
Meat - DONE
Vegetables - canned or fresh, really DONE
Salad - picture Peg Bundy and a cigarette butt in said salad
Bread - Wholesome bagged bread, straight from the bag - cheap margarine
Dad - head down, no complaints, ate like a horse.........
She could make some KILLER tacos though, never figured out where that came from..............I still use her secret recipe. Friends love 'em. Prolly the fresh fried shells...........