I heard a very sad story at work this week.
J decided to make a pot of chicken soup. She cooked the chicken, took it off the bone and shredded it, and returned it to the pot. Added some vegetables and cooked all that. It smelled and looked great. At the last minute she decided to add some pasta so she dumped a box of it in - and it was full of bugs.
Her dog was allowed to eat a bowl of it, and she threw the rest out.
I TOLD her that she could have just thought of the bugs as extra protein, but she took a dim view. I am the person who pokes through each cup-measure of rice looking for mutants before I cook it.
To read about F's and my London trip, start here and click "newer post" to continue the story.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
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