Yes, yes yes I know what you’re thinking … chilled servings of mom’s chicken stew being pulled out of the fridge with orange-brown colored congealed fat and oil jiggling like jello inside the container in between the chunks of chicken.

But no. 

Tonight I had some very thick meat-and-cheese lover’s lasagna, courtesy of the youngest two cherubs in my family. With a fried hash brown. So first there was this massive traffic jam in my pipes as all this artery-clogging cheese and fat brought my natural pace-maker to a near standstill (probably). And then I had some chocolate ice cream out of that big 4L tub, before my baby bro scarfs it all down in his elated state of having had his teeth fixed at the dentist today. Well, all that ice cream caused all that cheese jam to freeze up. Kinda like a frozen traffic jam on Hwy 401? When all the cars stall simultaneously and their batteries die because of -50 C windchill? 

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