Spicy stuff

Yesterday’s post about recipes—particularly for French apple pie—put me in mind of a rather recent Muppet moment.

When you fling about half a teaspoon of thyme on your slice of French apple pie because the bottle of TJ’s thyme looks a lot like the bottle of nutmeg and your hand is moving faster than your brain or eye, what do you do?

If it’s the last piece of pie, you use your fingers to scrape off as much of the thyme as you can, slap on a scoop of vanilla bean ice cream and eat it.

A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.