About my pickled carrots….
Michael opened the jar, enthusiastically pulled out a fork full and stuck them in his mouth. He started to chew. It’s at this point I normally get an appreciative “Mmmmm mmmmm mmm” feedback. But he kept chewing. And chewing. And chewed some more. Then he asked, “What’s in this?”.
Dear readers, at this point I knew the carrots were doomed. Michael is supportive. He is kind. He is very loving. And he won’t lie. There was no praise. No mmm’s. No, OH MY GOD YOU ARE THE BEST. No nothing. Just silence and chewing.
I asked “how bad can it be?”. So I took a bit myself. And I chewed. And chewed.
We exchanged knowing looks.
We put the lid back on, twisted it tight, and tucked it in the back of the fridge.
Tomorrow’s topic: Canning for Gift Giving 🙂
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I am literally rolling on the floor laughing, Cahty! I do need to live closer to you. YOu brighten my day, ALWAYS!!!
Well, at least you’re both still alive. Nicely done!