That time I spent the whole of Tuesday worrying that I might have been fatally poisoned by a foul-tasting, Wimpy waffle.
It was tragic. In fact, I don't think I've had such strong feelings about a planty mishap since the alpine strawberry harvest of 2014.
An argument over cheese blintzes led to yet another project being added to my list, this time right at the start of January.
May your holiday celebrations be like fermenting cabbage and decaying fruit peels (but in a good way).
How my parents' tumble dryer gave me communication skills that no one appreciates.