“FLOUR IS RAW. PLEASE FULLY COOK BEFORE ENJOYING.”
DAMMIT, Pillbury! Can we not have one simple pleasure in these trying times? My favorite childhood memory is of my Dad taking us to the Farmer’s Market for some wheat “fresh off the reaper.” It was quite the treat, you could taste how it would eventually become flour, but it was somehow.. better.
So often, when Mom was baking cookies, Dad and I would sneak into the kitchen for a teaspoon full of flour. It was like candy. Dry, gagging, powdered candy.
::sigh:: Happier times..
Jim Says: “Quick one for ya. A dementia patient and a hooker walk into the White House..”
