Mo and I were grinding some herbs this morning.
Ur. Perhaps I should give a little back story. Oregano plants - or more like bushes - took over our side-yard. (And pumpkins overtook our garden, but that's a story for another day.) So my husband recently leveled Oregano-Land and dried it. Next step: crunch it up.
Yes, it would take like 2 seconds in the food processor. But Mo loves the little hand-grinder. And Curley was sound asleep. So Mo and I spent some time this morning crunching up oregano.
He was "playing" so nicely that I decided to make a quick call for work, while I had a spare moment. I noticed him get up at one point and then return to the grinding, but I didn't think much of it.
But then, upon closer inspection, I realized he got out the sprinkles (red container in pic). You know, the little itty bitty balls, I think they're called nonpareils. I figured, oh, he must be eating them. But no.
He mixed them in with the ground oregano.
He looks at me, eyes gleaming, "Isn't it pretty Mom?"
I gulped, "Just ask me next time before you get out the sprinkles, OK?"