Let's see...comfort food, comfort food...here we go.
|What's it like to have feelings that don't taste like eggs and cheese? Never mind, I don't want to know.|
We should probably fry something too, just to be safe.
|In peanut oil. To be extra safe.|
Non-coincidentally (or as some would say, "on purpose"), my Food Lush post yesterday was comfort-food oriented as well. I'm sorry if any of you needed cheese this week, I think I have all of it here.
Look, I realize that child malapropisms are pretty low-hanging fruit, but I dissolve into a puddle of giggles every time Anna solemnly requests the "fly swaddle."
It does make me wonder what she thought we were doing to Ivy all those months.