“The watch you’re wearin’, I’ll buy it
The house I live in, I’ve bought it
The car I’m driving, I’ve bought it
I depend on me, I depend on me.”
Car problems, kitchen solutions
My inner Beyonce would love to stay and chat but unfortunately, her car broke down. This queen did what every sane person would do: turn it off and on again. Just so you know: a car is not a laptop. A reboot just isn’t the same. So there I was, with no other option than the last resort: reading the manual. Thirty-five pages and just as many sighs later it became very clear. Something inexplicably bad happened. And when something bad happens, this one calls in *le dad*. Always in for a bribe that includes tomatoes and the gooeyness of cheese. Salvation was near, and the ingredients for a hearty parmigiana were waiting in the fridge.
Nothing Chicken Parm can’t fix
By the time I heated the oven, my car was up and running. Turns out I put the car key upside down. Starsky and Hutch probably did that all the time. I did finish the chicken parm. Blasting Destiny’s Child through the kitchen, of course. I put in more cheese than the original recipe called for. Because when sorrow comes, always add cheese.