I am hungry. It’s after midnight. I am currently not on speaking terms with carbohydrates.
I went to the refrigerator, foraging, and found a little container of ‘cherry size’ mozzarella.
It was unsealed, but I didn’t know that. I attempted, with great futility, to remove the lid. I even went at it with a knife… until Steffie yelled from the family room.
Oops. Can’t be trusted with food containers, obviously.
I took two and went to put the container back in the ‘fridge when a small note on the label caught my eye.
OK – interesting, but nothi… Hold on.
Probiotic!!! Isn’t that antibiotic’s evil twin?
If we take antibiotics when we’re sick, isn’t it a mistake to ever take a probiotic? Maybe this is “Mother Ossama’s Brand Cheese”?
Final thought here (in case the probiotic takes me down in my sleep). Even though I have all these questions and concerns, I still ate the two pieces of cheese. Who’s the idiot here?