Continuing Tales Of Adventure

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I do this thing with food that’s kind of weird, where I scrutinize it for mold. Especially bread. Since some bread mold looks like flour (white and powdery), and a lot of the bread I eat is dusted with flour, this means a lot of scrutiny. But I maintain CONSTANT VIGILANCE in the face of blue and green mold as well. And red mold. All mold, really. And lest you think I’m just unreasonably paranoid, this constant scrutiny often reveals actual mold. Either I’m just unlucky when it comes to getting moldy food, or else a lot of people are gulping mold and spoiled food down left, right, and center because they aren’t checking.

I wanted a piece of carrot cake last night. If you go to a restaurant and buy a piece of carrot cake, it costs about $3.99-4.99, on average. We were at the grocery store and I picked up a single layer carrot cake for $4.99. I got home, all pleased with myself, with big plans for eating that cake (on the couch while watching Iron Man II). So I get settled in, cake on my plate, fork and everything, and I take a bite. And it tastes good! No raisins, no pineapple, just a carroty taste and walnuts and the cream cheese frosting tastes like cream cheese and not grease. I fork off another bite and I notice a dark spot on the bottom of the cake.

Possibly it is a raisin, even though the cake doesn’t taste raisiny. Possibly it is mold.

I dissected the dark spot and sure enough, mold. Mold on a cake I had purchased THAT DAY. Mold on the bottom of the cake, which a less neurotic person would not have noticed. Mold in my food that I paid good money for.

Nesko confirmed the mold diagnosis, took the plate away, and came back to inform me that the cake’s sell-by date was October 30th. In other words, it was an expired (and moldy) cake that the grocery store was selling for full price.

My CONSTANT VIGILANCE saved us all from a belly full of mold, though. Now to try and convince the store to take the cake back. Luckily, I have nothing but free time so this should be totally easy to do.

(I made a commitment to myself to stop BUYING cookies and just MAKE them instead. Perhaps I should extend that to cakes etc. as well.)

Lullabye, and Good Night

Niko has pretty much always loved music, but he’s gone from a passive consumer to a dancing consumer to a producer of music. That’s right, he’s started humming– both to amuse himself and also, apparently, to request that we sing specific songs. But sometimes he hums and we think he’s requesting a sing along and start singing, and he shakes his head and says “neh… neh! neh.” and gives us a sad little smile like we’re just the dumbest fucks who ever rolled off a turnip truck. And then he goes back to singing for himself.

His favorite songs to hum are “Twinkle Twinkle/Baa Baa Black Sheep/the Alphabet Song” (and he sometimes requests the latter by singing “ah beh seh deh ma ma ma!”), “London Bridge,” “Hush Little Baby,” and a song I made up and that nobody else sings for him, which touches my curdled little soul deeply.

He also applauds wildly and says “yay!” when people finish singing something. Dawwwww.

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