Aug 15, 2016 10:28
When I was very small and my original parents were still married, my father looked upon the destruction I had wrought after one afternoon's play and declared, "that child could break a steel ball."
Not much has changed over the years, come to think of it.
So I'm not sure what my mother was thinking last week when she sent me a link to salads in mason jars and strongly suggested I try it. I'm not sure what I was thinking when I made up six of them and brought one today.
The jar took four confirmed and a possible fifth hit through an unpadded plastic bag between my fridge and the one here at work. IT LIVES.
Gentlefolk, we may have proof God exists, if only to protect innocent glassware from demons of destruction.
cooking,
inappropriate brain activity,
news of me