Worms and tweety birds

One day my grandchildren will be in my kitchen and they will whisper amongst themselves: Why does Nana keep her Triscuits and uncooked coos-coos in the refrigerator?

And they will not realize that one day years earlier, their grandma made Tofu Peanut Noodles, ate them for dinner and then took the leftovers to work, where she found meal worms in her lunch. So then she went a little crazy and started storing all of her grains in the icebox.

I still kind of want to puke when I think of pasta.

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Katherine said...

OMG!!!! Jen, I am dying right now!

ev said...

that is SO GRODY about the worms.

i'm never eating a grain again. any grain. ever.