See that beetle-shaped black smudge in my empty bowl?
It's a beetle.
It fell from my last bite of sauteed pre-washed spinach from a local supermarket. Meaning, I probably ate the rest of the family without even knowing it.
Lessons:
Always re-wash your pre-washed. (Mom, feel free to say, "I told you so.")
This is the extreme scenario proving why I like to make food from scratch myself. It drives my point home: you can't trust or rely on processing in general. Know your food, each step of the way. At least when I buy my spinach from the farmers market, there's no illusion: I know I have to wash it, so this doesn't happen. When it says pre-washed, I want to believe them. At least it was a beetle and not salmonella.
And I thought I didn't have anything to write about this week.
Maybe this extra protein will get me through yoga tonight...?
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