I was making a sweet chili for supper the other night. Compliments of my PMR, chopping the apples was just not pleasant. The first child in the kitchen was drafted to chop. Trust me, it was only two apples and with a Pampered Chef chopper, but it must have been a mountain to Matt as the whine began:
"How many apples do I have to chop?"
"How many more are left?"
Finally, he reached over and ate the last two apples slices! Gotta love it! No more chopping.
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