Utensils clanked as Mom and I finished the undercooked Pastrami I made from scratch. Well, at least I attempted to anyway.
My mom and I used to do this thing where we make unconventional recipes we haven't tried before during the middle day of the week. It was a tradition we used to do every Wednesdays, a day we used to hate for some absurd reason that happened when I was in kindergarten.
One middle day of the week, I got spaghetti sauce on my shirt during lunch time the same day my mom spilled diet coke at her desk job. That same afternoon, Leonard Patrelli cut up one side of my pigtails and my mom got laid off due to bankruptcy of the company she worked for.
It was a s**t day for us and Mom tried to make broth but ended up making a botched macaroni soup that consisted of accidental vi
