Grandma's Chili Sauce...
Sing with me now: "For the first time in forever"... I don't have to study for the GRE. I have an unusual amount of free time, and apparently am feeling so free like Elsa on Frozen. I have been studying for months, no exaggeration, and I took the test on Monday. Five hours of pain and torture later, I emerged from the testing cave at the U of U, blinked in the unfamiliar sunlight and set out on my path back to normalcy. My scores so far are acceptable. I ran out of time on a math section and it hurt me, but I still passed. All of this crazy studying is so I can grow up and be a pomologist. A what? Pomologist - it's a fruit sciency kind of person. And no... sciency is not a word, but I am using it in blatant disregard for all of the grammatical rules and massive amounts of vocabulary I have had to endure for the last unending months. In between Disney princess karaoke sung into a wooden spatula, I am making chili for dinner which...