Dear Arch-nemesis,
I hope you know that you only narrowly escaped my clutches this morning as you (not) so delicately licked the blueberry muffin batter from the bowl and wooden spoon.
I am sure that the batter tasted delightfully slick against your tongue, grainy between your teeth, and just oh, so delectable. But raw eggs are one of my favorite hiding places.
Yes, yes, I slithered amongst your taste buds and in and over your gums, just ever so slightly redder and more swollen than normal, due to your pregnant state. Such things only make it easier for me to infiltrate.
Alas, I was thwarted this time by that ridiculous thing called an immune system.
Work is hard for my kind. We have a hard job, and we're rarely caught on the radar.
You have won the battle, my friend. But beware. For I shall win the war.
~Insert evil laughter here~
Love, Listeria.
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4 comments:
The batter is the best part. And those muffins looks super yummy!
YUMMERS!! I LOVE batter. It's a passion!
I just realized your button is squished on my blogroll page, I am going to remedy that now :) Sorry!
haha perfect :) I haven't said hi for a while so I thought I would stop by! I hope all is well in your part of the blogosphere!!
Curse listeria and its sneaky ways. Sometimes batter is better than the actual baked thing you're making and listeria knows this. So devious. Thanks for the laughs.
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