Smile, cringe, smile.
That is what I do whenever I see fashion from the early 90s.
I love it, I am embarrassed by it, I miss it.
The glasses, the hats, the hair. Sigh.
That's the Judybats by the way.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Damn dill weed.
I just spent my evening making chicken soup from scratch.
I put in carrots, potatoes, green beans, noodles and of course some chicken.
It smelled soooo good.
As it was just about finished cooking I found a little container of dried dill in my pantry. I started sprinkling it into the soup. It wasn't coming out so I pounded the bottom a bit and then clumps of it came out. It looked kind of weird but I thought nothing of it. I stirred it in.
After about 10 minutes I noticed what looked like little dark reddish seeds floating in my beautiful homemade soup.
I took one out and it looked like a bug. I spooned a few more out and looked at them under a magnifying glass.
Yes. They were bugs.
A gigantic pot of homemade chicken noodle soup totally ruined.