Today, wandering around the Commissary (I went hungry--always a mistake), I saw the boxes of Cream of Rice. Yum, I thought. So comforting, so reminiscent of weekend days during childhood when my mom and I would make a big pot between us. I grabbed it and got so excited that I determined I would have it for lunch because I couldn't wait for the next day's breakfast.
And then I got home, opened it up, poured the dried cream of rice into a 1/4 cup measure, and out came... lots of bugs. Live ones. Causing me to shriek and demand that James take the entire box outside the house IMMEDIATELY to ensure they did not go forth and multiply.
Yuck. Guess it's Special K for me this week--presuming that the rest of the cereal aisle was not also affected.
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