My obsession with local food has been spilling over into my sense of humor. Or at least into what I think is funny. For instance, I think it’s hysterical to ask, “Is it local?” when served a meal at my mother’s house. Or asking my husband, “Are those local?” when he’s eating barbecue flavored potato chips. I’m positive no one else thinks it’s funny, especially my mother who just made a lovely meal.
The truth is, I’ve become obsessed with finding out where my food comes from. But I wonder if I’ll ever go this far (because this is really funny!)…
That was hysterical. Love it!
Thanks for the comment, Gravy. 😉