I went to make my almost-neighborhood-famous strawberry-rhubarb custard yesterday (because it’s spring, fool! Om nom nom.) and I noticed something curious.
When I opened the carton of strawberries, every last berry was missing its tip. It looks as if, I don’t know, a 4 year old or two had been sneaking in the fridge and had nipped off bites from all the berries before carefully replacing them so as to avoid detection.
Preposterous. I must have fridge mice.