Not that I'm any kind of a cook, mind you, other than maybe a lousy one. But that never stops me. That fools a lot of folks. Got a list and everything. Bet she's making kielbasa and cabbage for supper.
Close friends know better.
They're familiar with the sequence. Bring it home. Screw it up. Refrigerate for a week, and transfer to the garbage in time for Tuesday's pick-up. Some crack tasteless jokes, probably because of the tabouli I made for Steve's 4th of July cookout last year.