... is it food?

Mom just approached me with a small bag of very dried apple slices. Apparently it was a gift.

Mom: Now, Clara, if someone gave this to you, what would you do with it? Is it potpourri? Is it food?
Me: Hm, that's apples? I don't know. They smell like apples.
[I break one open to find it had a weird Tempurpedic-mattress texture]
Me: Yeah I don't think this is food
Mom: [is already eating one] Well, I'm eating one...
Me: How does it taste?
Mom: ... Not too bad.

I had two hours and twenty minutes of straight art class today, from 9:40 to 12:00. It was phenomenal and put me in a good mood for the rest of the day.

Love always,
Clara