Every summer like clockwork, you watch your large featherless assistant begin stocking up your frig with sweet watery things.
They come in all shapes, sizes, and colors – from large oblong green striped things to small round orange things to red heart-shaped things with green tops.
She cuts them up and stores them in that most delectable of all summer delicacies – the fresh plastic bag.
You can only assume that this odd behavior is to safeguard the delicate flavor and crinkly-ness of each gourmet plastic bag.
Looks like Mom’s at it again – this time she’s preserving my plastic bags with some kind of odd oval orange sweet thing.Thanks for your thoughtfulness, Mom – this plastic bag looks quite tasty indeed!Oh yes – just as fresh and flavorful as I remembered.I’ve always especially enjoyed the first crunchy, crinkly corners of summer.Well, Mom – I think I’m finally catching on to your strategy – I do catch just the subtlest hint of extra freshness in this bag. It must be coming from the orange thing.
