Thursday, July 30, 2009

Book Me A Ticket, I'm Going On A Guilt Trip

It all started with the cilantro, which I made the mistake of leaving in her refrigerator. I thought, hey it's got a crisper, that will do it some good. Because Wegmans only sells cilantro in bunches the size of a basketball. You'd really have to love you some cilantro to eat it all before it goes bad.
By the next day it had been washed, dried, and separated into two plastic bags. Of course she used paper towels to dry it so now I can't ever eat it, due to my weird intolerance of squishy wet paper towels.
Granny: "Is that parsley in there? Because I washed it and dried it..."
Me: "Granny, you don't have to do that. It's cilantro."
Granny: "I didn't know if you'd be mad at me for doing it..."
Me: sigh
Granny: "You should put half of it in the freezer, I always used to freeze parsley."
Me: "No, I don't need to freeze it. Granny, I'd prefer if you didn't wash my stuff."

Half of the cilantro is now residing in the freezer. I know I didn't put it there.

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