Sunday, February 20, 2011
Made with Smiles and Unbleached Enriched Wheat Flour
It’s been a while since I’ve considered Goldfish crackers as belonging in a soup of some sort, and yet, I still eat them from a bowl. This is probably the worst moment to think such thoughts, but please withhold judgment. Are these ponderings so base, so revolting as to be on the receiving end of hushed disapproval? Is it so wrong that the now labeled “snack crackers” were originally intended for my clam chowder? My worst fear is that their smiling faces will pop up when asked of “my biggest weakness” in an interview. We all must face our fears.