I had squid ink pasta once! It was at an outdoor festival, and I too was trying to be brave about food. I ended up hiding it under my chair so no one would notice I didn’t finish it. Tumblr won’t let me login, so you’ll have to guess who it is! Spooooky. PS thanks for bacon this morning!

Little Turtle thinks this must be the darling Roomie! Or else it’s from a spooky ghost. Though it must be an old message, either way. (For shame, Tumblr, for shame. Little Turtle wants to hear from his friends. :c )

It’s ok, Roomie, The Girl and Little Turtle both understand. Sometimes being brave about food is a new and exciting experience that makes every cell in your digestive system want to sing with delight… but sometimes being brave about food is a new and horrific experience that makes every cell in your digestive system want to hurl itself into the sun and die a fiery death, ne’er to return. Either way, you always have a new story to tell!
(The Girl has a head cold, can you tell?)