I just happened to pass thru the kitchen while my mother was sifting flour for biscuits. I heard her cuss so I stopped to see why. She was peering carefully into the metal sifter as she turned the handle.
“Damn Meal Worms” she muttered and dumped more flour into the sifter. I glanced around her shoulder into bag of flour and the flour was moving! Little worms were happily weaving their way up and down and all around in the flour my mother was sifting.
“There are worms in there!” I exclaimed.
“Extra Protein,” she commented as she methodically sifted the flour.
I headed toward my room thinking that I really wasn’t hungry after all. I stopped by my sister’s room and offered up a suggestion:
Don’t eat the biscuits.
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