The year: 1986
I was making a "first meal" for my future husband, and I was nervous. I was in my late 20s, and quite frankly cooking was not my forte. I had decided on chicken, mashed potatoes & gravy, and stuffing. I think I also had a dessert, but I don't remember what it was.
Anyway, the chicken was in the oven, the potatoes were boiling, and I was going to make the stuffing with a boxed stuffing mix. I opened the box and removed the package containing the bread crumbs, taking the bag in both hands on either side of the seam and pulling...it didn't pull apart. So I pulled harder...it still didn't come apart. So I pulled as hard as I could. The bag popped open violently and bread crumbs flew out of the bag like a geyser, showering me, and landing on the floor all around my feet.
Panic...panic...panic.
What should I do?
I quickly swept the bread crumbs up off the floor, threw them in the pot of boiling water, mixing up a fine and dandy batch of stuffing. It looked great.
I served this to my unsuspecting guest.
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