Food is hard

Today I woke up to another slug in my flat. It was a bit cold outside, but that does not give this little guy the excuse to sit unabashedly in the middle of my living room floor to greet me in the morning. Once I had scolded him with a few twists of salt and thrown him back outside, I thought that was it, but it turned out that he had left me another little present. Just before I left, I went to put my joggers on, and found them covered in lots of thin, shiny tracks. Despite the glittery finish this gave them, I was definitely not grateful, and if my landlords hadn't been having breakfast on the veranda, I probably would have opened the door and yelled at the slug. He won't get away with it though, there will be another line of salt under the door tonight.
After our first couple of classes (fitness and ballet,) I was starving. Unfortunately, I was a little too enthusiastic in my celery and peanut butter consumption, and managed to get a blob of PB tuck to my nose, which I didn't realise for at least 5 minutes. It probably looked like some odd growth, or even worse, a giant booger. To anyone who may have noticed it, and felt too polite to mention it, I just want to let you know that it was PB. I tasted it t make sure. I promise, it was definitely peanut butter.
On the way home, I realised that I had forgotten the key element of my Quesadilla dinner; the tortillas. To rectify this mistake, I decided to stop in at the shopping centre I pass on the way home everyday. I had never been there before, and so finding my way into the car park was a mission in itself, and then as I got out of the car, I found (thanks to my toes) that I had parked in a giant puddle. I must have been a beautiful sight walking into the supermarket with soaked shoes, hair styled by the sweat of the last class, and a serious beetroot face happening. I did get a bit of a weird look from the lady looking after the self serve check outs, but that might have also been due to my purchases of multigrain tortillas and a chocolate doughnut. I quickly justified my choices in my head and legged it back to the escalator, which probably didn't help with the beetroot face at all.
As I cooked dinner I discovered a new trait of the giant mushrooms I had bought; they were shrinking mushrooms. Despite their giant size before cooking, once they had been sautee-ing for a few minutes, they shrunk right down to practically nothing. This left me with a much more of a single element Quesadilla with the corn dominating, although it gave me an excuse to put in lots of cheese, which is never a bad thing.
                                       Little Duck. out