The last time we were in Alabama, your dad and I went to eat at this trendy restaurant in Old Cloverdale, and ordered a random sampling of items from the menu. There were several dishes in which the ingredients made no real sense, or - as your dad said at the time - "It's not so much a menu as a dare."
I thought about that meal today as I watched you open the pantry door, slide your step stool over, and stack a jar of peanut butter, some wasabi powder, a can of black olives, some cinnamon and a jar of oregano.
Mmm, delicious motor skills.
Love,
Mom
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