Friday, February 26, 2010

looks good to me (lyn)

Alexander has become fastidious about food being anywhere but in the fridge, a cabinet, or the breadbox.  Motivated by his fear of mice, Alexander takes no risks with uncovered food.  Everything edible is hidden.

For lunch I take out a bowl of the zero-point Italian-influenced soup I made earlier in the week.  It’s on the counter, about to go into the microwave, when the phone rings. I go in my room to take the call.  Soon I hear Alexander shouting, “I don’t care that you left your food out.  Even a mouse wouldn’t eat that!”  That being the lunch I love.  

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