We haven’t had spaghetti for dinner in months, so tonight was going to be the night.
Conner got some ground turkey out of the freezer, and I happily went about making a yummy sauce. The meat kind of smelled like wet dog, but I ignored it since I often don’t like the smell of meat.
We sat down to eat, both took our first bite, looked at each other, and immediately spit it out. It not only smelled like wet dog. It tasted like it.
So, hot dogs and frozen pizza for dinner tonight. And probably no spaghetti for some time… and maybe with fresh meat next time.