I masquerade as an adult.
The façade falls to pieces as soon as corn cut off the cob stays in
chunks which can be eaten with my fingers.
Yep, brings the kid in me right back to the surface. But there's nothing better than that!
I was at the farmers market today where I came across some
lovely fingerling potatoes. I asked the
young lady behind the stand how many were in a pound. Twenty-two.
She counted them into a bag. I
was very well behaved. No sarcastic
remarks. Next time I know to be more
specific and ask to see a pound of fingerlings.
I also got a bit of ultra nummy double smoked ham to make
into ham and string beans. Another
reason to tolerate this summer nonsense.
Off to cook. I’ll
probably still be at it tomorrow. There
was a mix up and someone donated a LOT of beans. If I’m not back have a happy weekend!
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