They don't even call them ribs, some mystery meat processed, pureed, then congealed somehow sort of in the shape of ribs. The pizza was ok, not the usual Digiorno and I remembered why I don't like any other frozen pizza crust and I hope I don't regret it. Red Baron was half the price. No wonder. Still, it satisfied a craving, sort of, almost. The hour plus gym workout made it ok, I suppose.
I can barely wait until I am at my new place with a kitchen again.
I can barely wait until I am at my new place with a kitchen again.
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