I don't have pictures. You may be pleased that I don't. Tonight's dinner was homemade mac and cheese. yummmm. I made. I served. I began to eat. So did the kiddos. Then I saw it. A whole and plump weevil. In my mac and cheese. So I ordered everyone to stop! Stop eating! Take your plates to the sink. I then went to the flour. No weevils. I went to the macaroni. Weevil flakes. You know. When weevils die they turn a bit flaky. Weird. So I ran down to the food storage and opened the big bucket of macaroni. Weevil flakes. Darn. All the macaroni is gone. I just made a box of regular mac and cheese. Not as impressive. But no weevils!
While we're talking about gross food... Last Saturday up at the Ranch I had all the lunch fixins out on the table. Peanut butter, honey, jam, ham, cheese, mustard, mayo and ketchup. Ketchup? It was requested. These are 2 of the sandwiches made....
Bread/honey/peanut butter/ ham/ketchup/bread
Bread/peanut butter/honey/cookie/Cheetos/bread
My children are strange.
But we saw no weevils at the Ranch!
2 comments:
Curse you weevil! They are eeeevil!
Dang wevils!!! Ewww! Those sandwiches are hilarious. Jacob likes his dry. Meat. Cheese. Nothing else. Dry.
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