First I Smelled it.

First I smelled it.

Then I heard it.

Then I saw it.

I walked into the kitchen this morning and couldn't believe my nose.

"What the H*E*Double Hockey sticks is that?"

(except there were no double hockey sticks)

I wandered around the kitchen smelling

the garbage can,

the refrigerator,

the garbage disposal,

then the pantry.

And then I heard it.

Somewhere in the bottom of the pantry.

A small  bubbling sound.

Did an errant can of Diet Coke spring a leak?

No.

Then I saw it.

MMmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Nothing says cooking like a big old frothy and foamy bag of red potatoes.

Holly

xxx-ooo