It's times like this that I wish I could make myself barf.
Daughter skipped dinner yesterday. It was build your own vegetarian burrito night but she had a huge snack at a friend's. "Save me some and I'll make it for lunch tomorrow."
So, together, we got everything out of the fridge again. I microwaved everything and put it on the table.
"What are the black things in the refried beans, Mum?" Daughter asked as she was assembling her burrito.
"Yeah, I guess it's a new recipe," I replied. "I bet they're peppercorns."
Daughter isn't a fan of pepper so she started picking them out. "They're not peppercorns, Mum. They have legs."
I don't want to tell Husband or the boys but I strongly suggested they join me in a psyllium husk cocktail (which no one took me up on).
Sunday, September 10, 2006
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Chooch! Serves you right for buying food made in a third world country! Love ya!
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