Okay, so we may be only halfway through the playoffs, but summer seems to have hit stately IPB Manor with full force today. Case in point, we had green garlic pesto for dinner tonight, with red wine, and afterwards there was some discussion of how to handle the post-pesto fallout. This was our exchange:
Pookie, slurring: I just discovered that the flavors of minty mouthwash and chocolate chips adds up to… peanut butter.
Schnookie, stumbling over herself: No, half a bottle of wine plus minty mouthwash plus chocolate chips equals peanut butter. You’re not factoring in all the parts of the equation here.