Today my dear, sweet mother baked cookies. I was eating one of those delicious oatmeal cookies when something scratched my tongue. An oddly splintered almond, perhaps? No, these had raisins and walnuts. Instinct told me to swallow it (Instinct tells me to eat anything that's already made it past my teeth) but I had a random thought of the toothpicks my mom uses to hold together burritos when frying them. How weird would that be, to find a toothpick in my cookie? I take the cookie away from my mouth and investigate the object sticking out the bitten side.
Oh. A sewing needle.
P.S. My dear, sweet mother is trying to kill me.
P.P.S. Actually, we have no idea what happened. It's not one of her sewing needles, because the eye is too small for her to even see it. The best we can guess is it might have been in a craft box which I got a glue gun out of, and jumped from the living into the kitchen and the batter. Or there was a needle in one of the ingredients. Yeah.
The upside to this is I kept the needle. It's shorter than my own which I use for the felt toys, and I think it should help when making those blasted triple-french-knots.
P.S. My dear, sweet mother is trying to kill me.
P.P.S. Actually, we have no idea what happened. It's not one of her sewing needles, because the eye is too small for her to even see it. The best we can guess is it might have been in a craft box which I got a glue gun out of, and jumped from the living into the kitchen and the batter. Or there was a needle in one of the ingredients. Yeah.
The upside to this is I kept the needle. It's shorter than my own which I use for the felt toys, and I think it should help when making those blasted triple-french-knots.
[this is good] I confirm. And I have faced it. We can communicate on this theme.
Posted by: Jerrold Cummins | 05/11/2010 at 06:43 AM