Where the leftovers go.

-I rank trying to stick all the vegetables one cuts up on a skewer for kabobs somewhere around solving a Rubik’s Cube and writing out the full limit of Pi.

So what did I do with the leftovers? Naturally, I threw them in a bowl in a dinner version of scrabble.

Scrabble. Not just for breakfast anymore.

With the same spices as the kabobs, the grill bowl served us well again and before I knew it, I had lunch for the next day.

Dinner scrabble.

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