I am making spaghetti tonight.
It's not going well.
I bought a jar of sauce. I never do that, I always make my own. This sauce promised that it was made of only the finest ingredients. It was a mushroom/tomato sauce. It had 4 different kinds of mushrooms in it, tomatoes from the finest vines ever invented, plus wine from the finest wineries ever invented. Before I forget it had olive oil from the finest olive oil factory ever invented. From the smell of it ... and the teeny taste I took of it so far I would give it 1 out of 10.
Unless you like the taste of the mould growing behind your bathroom walls. Or if you would cut a piece of the silicone off your tub and pop that into your mouth like fungus candy.
The olive oil they used tasted much like WD40. Are you asking if I tasted WD40?...hell yes! Not really I just smell it a lot because we are old and everything needs a grease job around here.
Let's just call it their version of "earthy."
What I call earthy is the smell of someone smoking a joint. Which reminds me...Cheech and Chong are coming to Winnipeg soon. I will make sure to get tickets. I have to outlive them. But after we eat the fungus spaghetti... I am not so sure. I threw some ketchup in it. Let's see if we can peel away some of that earthy flavour.
I hurt my back today at Safeway. I am too lazy to get a cart and always take the basket at the door. And of course I put a shit load of groceries in it. By the time I hit the checkout I had put it down and I shuffle it along the dirty floor with my feet. I felt the twinge in my hip a few times, but I just carried on. Because I AM INVINCIBLE. I am the old woman who used to "roar." Trust me, I can still roar....but now it's becoming more of a meow. I roar in my head. I don't want anyone to put me away.
They might find out about balonie. Then I will be goner.