grandma obviously had me on speaker phone (not unusual for her) when we conversed earlier. I
mentioned that I was making stir fry for dinner, had added carrots and it would've been just perfect if I
had some mushrooms. However, after searching the cabinets we had none, and I had resigned to the fact that we would just have a wonderful stir fry sin mushrooms.
The next thing I
know, she comes home with an almost empty box of about six or seven
fresh mushrooms. You know the blue papery/plastic ones in the grocery lane? Well, apparently, five year old Omni (yes I completely missed the birthday post but I missed my own as well lol) was riding in the car and had overheard the conversation. When she arrived home she went straight to
her fridge and pulled out their last bit of mushrooms to send back to me to make sure that I had
the perfect meal.