Foul food

So I overcame my misgivings and ventured into Fort Omega on Arroyo Parkway with Ms. Vanity to pick out a tasty looking wedge of overpriced cheese to serve up with my brother, who had hit town last week.

Upon freeing it from plastic-wrapped bondage I discovered the 10-day old store had sold me a sopping sponge of ammonia. Yum.