K, who never seems to want to eat what M and Dailydad are having for dinner, decides she will prepare a package of Trader Joe’s short ribs (Dailydad would simply instruct K to starve, but M is a bit more indulgent). The ribs were frozen so M instructs K cover them in water in a baking dish to thaw. Simple enough. A few minutes later Dailydad is summoned. Apparently the ribs don’t fit in the baking dish and K is at a loss. “That’s a pie tin?”, muses K, “Then what is a baking dish?” We believe K took and passed a basic cooking course in high school, but perhaps not.
