Nature rarely makes bad mongo. Human kind frequently does. Regrettably I think I made bad mongo tonight.
While preparing for the opening of our back yard park, I've been creating a wee bit of magic in the kitchen. Regrettably I took creativity too far and tried to make something wonderful from something that was already good and tasty. In my attempt I failed bitterly.
Now I have some mongo for the composter.
For those of you who are in the neighborhood, consider this your invitation to attend the party Saturday.
2 comments:
Who's this composer person you're giving the bad mongo to? [snicker, in the nicest possible way!]
Sorry, I almost forgot, Love that picture! I can tell exactly which parts of the yard they were drawing. Love it.
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