A friend of mine is allergic to peanuts. For the longest time, I continually ‘forgot’ that she is allergic and would offer her peanut butter cookies, Ben & Jerry peanut butter crunch ice cream, and other peanut-based food items. Her frustration with me and others who couldn’t remember her deathly allergic reaction increased. It was noticeable. And I finally resolved to etch her allergy into my mind.
In our house, popcorn is king. The king of pop! No movie shall be watched without a bowl full of the stuff. A few bowls, actually. I like mine hot. Michelle likes hers not hot.
You know what goes well with popcorn? Cupcakes. A four-pack of cupcakes by Just Desserts goes for about $8 at the local grocery store. Whatever they put in those cupcakes is dangerous as I no longer even pay attention to the price. If I enter the store, I’m leaving with cupcakes.
This past holiday was the first xmas time with our new-born daughter. Though she was only about a month old, we wanted a tree and stockings and misc jolly flare around the ol’ house. One day, I picked up some candy canes and deposited one cane per family member into said stockings. One candy cane for baby Parker. One candy cane for Michelle. One candy cane for Milo the Terrible (our crazy French Bulldog), and one candy cane for me.
The ants thought that the candy canes were for them.
Thanks to Randy Murray for the inspiration for this post. Thanks to Michelle for the five words.