it started with paste

making biscuits this morning got me thinking about paste -- mostly because biscuits essentially are paste, with a little bit of baking powder (and i love almost every variation of this recipe -- pie crust, pancakes, pasta...). but anyways.

we all remember having "don't eat paste" drilled into our little minds from preschool on up. some devil-may-care tots ignored this from the start, blatantly brandishing their glue-eating right in the face of authority. not i. i am a rule follower. granted, i've progressed to the point now where many of the rules i follow are my own and may have no bearing on any other reality, but i compulsively follow the rules nonetheless. point being, i never ate paste at school, nor did i even consider it (it kind of helps that i suspected they just may have been right when they told me something so chemical-smelling was bad for me).

contrary as i am, however, i made it a point to therefore eat paste whenever we made it at home -- mostly because i added and recognized the ingredients myself, but also because, as i said, it's yummy. especially if you add salt, at which point you are approaching the recipe for homemade play doh -- which i also ate because i could and because i was afraid to eat the store-bought stuff (which happens to taste nasty, i did try it once).

i guess my point here is that people don't change much, even when they do. i'm not always so easy to recognize today from my high school self (i think, please god), but if you compare me to tiny terror me... there's just no mistaking it. we were watching home videos the other day with the same results. they're funny because they're still so accurate. my sister's boyfriend now knows too much, that's all i can say about that. he'll have to be either kept or shot. sorry...