The sweet aroma lingered in my nostrils every time I passed the kitchen. The mango was ripe, borderline, too ripe. Had my husband had his way, the mango would have found its way into the garbage. It wasn’t a beautiful, red orange mango; it was almost entirely speckled black, and much too soft after days … Continue reading The Mango Omen
Several months ago, I took my daughter to Mcdonald's after a doctor's visit. (Probably NOT the healthiest option, but it made her smile after getting some routine bloodwork.) It's not called a Happy Meal for nothing. She unpacked her happy meal, chicken nuggets, fries, and a cheeseburger with no pickles. Using the fries as teeth, … Continue reading A Happy Meal?