lunch in a children’s art studio

Mo’s (what about yemen?) has a can of atavistic bad beefaroni calling to me, but I cannot heat it until I find a container.

This is an art studio, and every container has a bit of paint, or glue, or glitter, or clay, or modge podge in it. I settle on the empty that once held three pounds of cream cheese. The little reality train speeds away on who buys cream cheese by the three pound tub then brings the empty here. I’m more startled by this:

I smell the tub before using it.

What will that do?

On the microwave, I don’t know which speed dial to use. Is beefaroni is more like soup… or art?

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