Okay. I get the hint.
I don't have to deal with loved ones dying suddenly. I have all my
limbs, and they work (mostly). I have a bed to sleep in, and food to
eat, and a job to go to.
And now I feel wretched for having bitched about anything.
I'm gonna shut up now.
Our cafeteria makes their own croutions. And usually they're garlicky
and good, especially in soup.
But I have to say this, for today:
Cinnamon-raisin bread does *not* make good garlic croutons. Especially
in Brocolli-Cheddar (sp?) soup.