When Thad came home from work tonight, he asked what was for dinner, and I told him that I'd used up some leftover chicken in a creamed chicken-over-rice sort of dish. Jokingly, he asked if I was sure the leftover chicken was heated to a good temperature (a joke that would make sense if you'd known me when I was a newlywed and a pretty lousy cook). "Of course!" I said. "The chicken was reheated in the boiling sauce..."
Without missing a beat, he said ominously, "...as are all who oppose you..."
Does he know me, or what? ;-)