Last night I set Josh up for disaster. I knew I'd be on campus til late, so I asked Josh to put together an easy clam chowder for dinner. He followed the directions perfectly, but I think it was a bad recipe from the start. And bad clam chowder is something you don't want anything to do with! Poor Josh. I totally set him up. Next time I ask him to make dinner, I'll give him a good, tried-and-true favorite, not a new, mystery recipe!
Despite the bad soup, however, Josh busted out some killer garlic bread. I just planned on having french bread with the soup, but Josh slapped some butter and garlic on the loaf and threw it under the broiler. Yum.
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