Don't Eat That!

On the day that John graduated from law school we grabbed some food at a sandwich shop with Heath and Kelly. We were sitting outside. John had ordered some kind of pie and eaten most of it. The last bite of pie was just sitting there on his plate while we kept talking. I thought he was full and wasn't going to eat it. So when a fluffy fuzz ball floated by on the breeze and landed on his pie, I didn't say anything at first. But then, without warning, John scooped up the pie on his fork. I said, "There's a fuzzy thing..." Too late, he ate it. He ate it and was wondering what kind of fuzzy thing he had also eaten. He told me that in the future I needed to start my warning with "Don't eat that!"

Tonight while John and I were eating cookies, I thought a crumb from the cookie I was eating fell on the floor. I reached to the floor and picked up a large crumb but it wasn't from the cookie I was eating so I determined that it had been on the floor for more than a day. I set it on the table. Not a minute later, John picked up the crumb off the table and said, "You missed this." It was moving towards his mouth. I quickly shouted, "Don't eat that! It was on the floor." This time it worked.

But let's talk about food that is edible. This week I have cooked chicken masala (my favorite so far), Mexican pizza for which I had to make my own refried beans, and spaghetti with chicken (I didn't have to look that one up).