Scary dinnertime story
Written on Saturday, October 25, 2008 by Jessica
This story is a little gross, so if you have a weak stomach, stop reading now. You have been warned.
Okay, so I'm fixing dinner the other night, and I'm whisking some lumps out of the gravy. It's just prepackaged gravy mix from a plastic container ('cuz Martha Stewart I ain't). There was one lump that just one break down, and after a moment, I realize it doesn't look like a lump. Is that a...? I fish it out, and yes, it's a fly!
Ewwwwwww!
I flick the fly in the trash. Obviously, I'm not whisking anymore because I'm going to rinse the whole thing down the sink. As the swirling mixture begins to slow, tiny little baby flies being to float to the surface.
Ewwwwwww!
After telling Bob the story -- yes, while he was eating the new gravy -- you will not believe what he asked me: "So did you throw it away or is this it?" Yes, Bob, I am feeding my family fly-and-egg-infested gravy.
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You should have said, "Of course I didn't throw it away, with the economy the way it is WE cannot afford to waste any food, and I have heard that flies and fly babies are a good source of protein...its a win win situation for all of us"!
Z.
Gross. I would've took it back to the store though, or wrote a nasty letter to the company. What company was it by the way?
Note to self: Don't eat gravy at Jessica's house. LOL