Bitting my cheeks...

Discussion over diner last night :





Mom : "this tastes like pickles"


Me : "Yes, it's called aneth"


Mom, looking puzzled at tiny piece of herb : "Of all things, I never expected dried pickles to look like this"






Yep, I had to bite my cheeks really hard for that one.



Good thing I still see those conversations as one the the perks of taking care of her...