A word to the wise: When you find that container of mozzarella (the kind packed in water) in the fridge, the one that says it’s expired, believe the date. I didn’t. It is regrettable. I looked and sniffed, and it looked and smelled just fine. But a bite? Whew. I’m still rinsing my mouth. I believe Tabasco might help, if only to burn off my offended taste buds.
That is all. Oh, and I’m knitting Cookie’s brilliant socks. They are wonderful. I heart this pattern. Also, I met her once at Stitches, and not only was she wearing a FANTASTIC sweater, one she designed herself, but she’s cute as a button.
Yes. Now that is officially all.
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