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im cursed when it comes to eating at my sister’s. she is well intentioned and i do appreciate it when she makes dinner for me, but seriously, i feel like she is trying to poison me sometimes. last time with the random silica gel packet in the lasagna trick and this time with cheese that i swear was older than i am and somehow evaded the mold. it was so bad i even questioned eating it when it was put close to me, i felt bad saying, “this smells like ass,” but it did, and tasted worse. i rsynced the cheese and life was better, i hope i dont pay for that adventurous bite i took of the first version.

[update] - i have now adorned their refreigerator with a note saying “question the cheese” and a little worried-looking stick figure holding his stomach.