I do not. I live at the end of a five-and-a-half-minute hallway.
The "secondary exit" required by California are the windows and would likely be an unpleasant experience.
Tonight was chopped cheese, but it was mom's turn. It was kind of funny, she made a plate of it. She does not like taking advice or critique on cooking, for years an easy way to start a fight was simply mentioning a roux.
Specifically, a chopped cheese is nothing fancy. It's chopped up meat, chopped up cheese, shredded lettuce, mayonaise and ketchup, on a roll.
Mom somehow made something of a salad of it. Not sure how. My contribution was sandwich oil, considering the vegetation.
We both enjoyed it, which is a happy thing.
We've got a new ten-inch stainless skillet, which will make dinner much easier. The frying pan she loves has a dip, which means cooking meat in it was not much fun. The new pan is a bless'ed champ.
The only downside is now I need to buy a bigger lid. I suppose that is a problem TO HAVE. Not sure how to translate that line, imagine it in a new jersey accent. "A problem TO HAVE"
So it's a nice one.