Cooking up some home victories
It's Friday night, and that means it's time for the weekly dinner at Grandma's. They say there's nothing like a home-cooked meal, but last year, Grandma either misplaced her cookbook or was forced to spend her money on Canadian imports instead of quality ingredients. I hate to say it Granny, but last year your food had me running straight for the can and then off to bed because of exhaustion.

