ANZAC biscuits really don’t go with wine…
Me: “I’m glad I clean our couch regularly ’cause do you know what I found squeezed down the back of it today?”
Edd: “Um…”
Me: “One of my ANZAC biscuits!”
Edd: *Laughing* “Oh…”
Me: “Yes! Can you believe it? Someone has hidden their biscuit down the back of our couch rather than eat it?! Were they really that bad?”
Edd: *Still Laughing* “Do you know who it was?”
Me: “Well, it’s funny you should say that, ’cause I’ve been racking my brains and I can’t remember WHO OF OUR FRIENDS was sitting on that part of the couch when I handed out the biscuits last Saturday after a few glasses of wine”
P.s. This post could also be titled “Where I ignore my own advice about what constitutes… or what does not constitute munchy food.”