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Jun. 17th, 2008 09:57 pmMy mother was at our house today.
I cannot eat saltines in front of my mother. If I do, she will ask if I am pregnant.
No really. She will. If I tell her that I have ever eaten, am eating, or am, in future, contemplating the consumption of saltines, she will wonder, out loud, if I am knocked up.
I love saltines. I could eat them all day, every day. I used to like them with cheese, or peanut butter, but more and more I am coming to appreciate them unadorned. I love the salt. I love the depth of flavor when the edges are slightly more toasty than the centers. I love the faint undertaste of baking soda.
Now that my mother is gone, I think I'll have another one.
I cannot eat saltines in front of my mother. If I do, she will ask if I am pregnant.
No really. She will. If I tell her that I have ever eaten, am eating, or am, in future, contemplating the consumption of saltines, she will wonder, out loud, if I am knocked up.
I love saltines. I could eat them all day, every day. I used to like them with cheese, or peanut butter, but more and more I am coming to appreciate them unadorned. I love the salt. I love the depth of flavor when the edges are slightly more toasty than the centers. I love the faint undertaste of baking soda.
Now that my mother is gone, I think I'll have another one.
