Someday, I will hold my grandchildren close and tell them where I was when I knew that we, as a society, had crossed the penultimate line, will recall with great sadness the event that signaled the decline of civilization as we all know it. ”It was a day,” I’ll say, a tear struggling to break free from the corner of my far-focused eye, ”when I knew nothing was sacred.”
This post is part of the 95-before-41 challenge on the SRS FB page, as explained here, and included on the blog as outlined in a sort of “apology” here. Thanks for reading, and happy Friday!
2 thoughts on “The (Ubiquitous) Spice of Life”
Hey, there’s a top chef who spends long hours making sure each one of those boxes is perfectly seasoned and baked. The contents–not so much.
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So THAT’s the secret!