There's a joke to be had about melon balls in here somewhere.
I'm embarked on a project, of cleaning and rearranging my kitchen. To that end, I'm vacuuming out and Con-Tac papering my drawers, and discarding/giving away things I never use or are "wtf is this doing here?"
I found I have something called a "melon baller," which I must have gotten as part of a set because I don't even like melon and I don't give the kind of parties where you serve melon balls.
I also found I have an ice cream scoop. This is only a revelation because a sweet tooth and solitary living have made me the kind of person who doesn't bother with something as namby-pamby as a SCOOP for her ice cream. Straight from the carton with a spoon, TYVM.
Now that you're all getting a mental picture of me as Slughorn, back to your regularly scheduled programming.
I found I have something called a "melon baller," which I must have gotten as part of a set because I don't even like melon and I don't give the kind of parties where you serve melon balls.
I also found I have an ice cream scoop. This is only a revelation because a sweet tooth and solitary living have made me the kind of person who doesn't bother with something as namby-pamby as a SCOOP for her ice cream. Straight from the carton with a spoon, TYVM.
Now that you're all getting a mental picture of me as Slughorn, back to your regularly scheduled programming.