Holiday Horror

Mike DuBose's post about biting into a Chocolate chip cookie, only to find an Oatmeal Raisin, reminded me of a horrifying Thanksgiving moment.

While helping my mom with all the fixin's (which basically means I peeled potatoes, removed cranberry sauce from can and put food on the table) I was nibbling on the goodies, as you do. "Ooh! Walnuts!" My little brain thought as I popped one in my mouth on the way to the pantry. "This tastes weird," I said to myself while walking back to the kitchen. As I picked up the open container, I said "Mom, I think these nuts have gone off..." I trailed off as I saw it. Them, rather. The little buggies crawling all over the 10-year-old nuts. Possibly laying eggs, depositing disease, who the hell knows what those guys were up to, and me with a mouth full of nut pellets left over from the chewing. I ran to the bathroom, rinsed out my mouth and held back the holiday vomit, while my mom laughed at me. She wasn't so horrified at having eaten one herself, amazingly.

*Shudder* Here's to hoping Christmas won't be another unwitting episode of Fear Factor!