Well. I thought they would be. But no, they are soggy, mushy, and slimy. Good flavor, what does that matter when the texture resembles the contents of a London diner dumpster? And no, I don't go dumpster diving, so I really wouldn't know.
Has anyone else ever noticed that almost everything in life is a metaphor for life? Everything from bungee jumping to cauliflower, to making blueberry pancakes, to trying on a size 12 pair of Walmart jeans that are too small, and a size 8 Target jeans that are too big. I love Target.
In short, which all my posts seem to be, because I cannot conscious blabbing/blogging ad nauseum when I don't blog very interestingly, life is life, we are in life, blueberry pancakes are like life, and I like life, thanks to Jesus who gave me life!
That made perfect sense. Right?
