I sometimes need to stop, look and think
I mean well. Really, I do.
It just doesn't always work out the way I want.
Emily and John brought me some maple syrup from Canada. It is 100 percent, pure, grade A amber syrup. I have used it on pancakes several times.
Last night I noticed there were some floaters in the syrup, which I attributed to crystallization of the sugar. OK, I had never seen green sugar before, but I figure, Eh, its Canada.
I used it. (Yes, we had pancakes for supper. Feels good to shake it up once in a while.)
The syrup was delicious.....I loved it.
Then I read the label: Refrigerate after opening.
Syrup can develop mold..... if you don't refrigerate it.
So it is now in the cooler and I wonder, should I buy cheesecloth to filter it? Will a coffee filter work? Do I even need to worry about the floaters still in the bottle?
Time will tell.
Jackie and I are friends with Kevin and Jen, who are friends of Emily. They have a lovely daughter named Samantha. They also have a baby sitter named Samantha.
So when I went to Walmart tonight to buy milk and bread I walked past this lady and a little girl with blond hair. I said hello, took four steps, then turned and said, "Is that Samantha?"
She said yes, so I went over to the car where the little girl was, looked in and said,"Hello, Samantha!" to a little girl who I had never seen before and looked really scared by the creepy old man.
"I'm Samantha," she said.
"Yes, but I thought the little girl was Samantha too," I replied, feeling very foolish.
I went in to buy milk and bread. I say that again for emphasis. On Dec. 12, 1969 I headed out to buy milk and bread from the store across the street. My friend John said I did not need the car keys and all that money because it was across the street and I was not to leave the apartment under any circumstances because I was getting married tomorrow.
So tonight I went in the store and spent a loooong time looking for a half loaf of bread. We don't eat a lot of bread, but we have fresh tomatoes and bacon, so I thought a BLT for supper Wednesday would be a great thing.
I looked and looked and looked. A lady asked me if I was enjoying reading the labels. I told her I could not find the half loaf of Bonnie Bunny bread.
She pointed to the several loaves, all with a huge red 1/2 Loaf printed on the end. "These?"
And there you have it.
I don't see what I see, or hear what I hear.
I don't read labels, that's pretty clear.
I am what I am, for better or worse;
I think my brain may have picked up a curse.
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