There really were ants in the kitchen - again. It doesn't seem to matter how much I wipe up, or how careful I am, one little molecule of anything edible, and they're marching all over the window sill near the sink. I felt like I was in some kind of Olde Worlde nightmare, where the donkey lived in the lounge and you shared your bed with 6 family members and a pig.
Yes Ma, this blog is supposed to be about Asian herbs, and Asian food, but I'm shy...
It was easier to come out as Mistress Turnip.
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