Cooking Goddess
Chef Extraordinaire
After spending the afternoon cleaning the garage this last nice day before the cold weather moves in, I was bushed. Himself, dear man, did a take-out run. We split a steak bomb calzone, filled with meat, mushrooms, onion, and green pepper. They advertised cheddar cheese, too, but I think they may have forgotten it. 
Still good, and I didn't have to cook.
Still good, and I didn't have to cook.
I guess I should be careful how I word things...
