Few aspects in life are as polarizing. They’ve been fought over, ignored and tossed out, even left on the roof of a car as the oblivious driver took off. (I’ve done this.) They can be scrumptious, like Day Two Lasagna.
The can be lethal, like Day Twenty Six Lasagna.
Today, I’m at Lisa’s place, The Meaning of Me. I disclose a partial look at the Father’s Guide to Leftovers. Not the whole thing, mind you. Partial. Some secrets must remain secrets. But this will give you some guidance.