Bitting my cheeks...

Discussion over diner last night :

Mom : "this tastes like pickles"
Me : "Yes, it's called aneth"
Mom, looking puzzled at tiny piece of herb : "Of all things, I never expected dried pickles to look like this"

Yep, I had to bite my cheeks really hard for that one.

Good thing I still see those conversations as one the the perks of taking care of her...