It seemed like a good idea at the time, sifting through the last bottles in the kitchen, an entire bottle of vegetable oil, three quarters of the extra virgin olive oil, and a smidgen of the virgin... Years of don't waste food when others are starving is so deeply embedded in my psyche, I wind up with an extra bag, but that last bottle of virgin olive oil still stands forlornly on the counter. Luckily, I'm a pragmatic woman, and oil is oil....
7 minutes later, "Uh oh, it's that crazy old Aunty Apara again....wonder what she's done this time" reverberates in my head as I stand in the kitchen in my cow patterned 'Mootiful' girl shorts, wiggling my toes, limbs slick, skin gleaming with the sheen of olive oil, thinking I could've picked a better spot for the impromptu massage... probably should've turned the heating down as well...
Moral of the story: A little Olive Oil goes a long way!
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