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Ha. My husband also likes his food done very, very well and is convinced I'm trying to poison him if there's any pink whatsoever. I don't make rib roast anymore because it's so good pink, and he takes that expensive meat and puts it in the microwave. Bah. This is a sweet story about your sister in law, though. How neat that you got along so well.


Awesome story!


Great memory! And that is the most awesome way to eat pork, and my husband questions me every.stinking.time about whether or not it's really done! I knew I had read 145 somewhere, although I usually go for 155 just to make him feel better! But I do measure the temp!

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