This story may or may not have come from me almost doing something…
She adjusted her veil and looked in the mirror, smiling as her grandmother approached.
“Any sage advice for me, ‘Maw?”
The elderly woman thought a moment, eyeing the baby pink ringlets that edged out her grandaughter’s elegant bun.
“Read the labels.”
Her granddaughter’s head tilted to one side. “Labels?”
“Else you’ll end up alone for putting celery flakes in the soup instead of parsley flakes.”
“Who gets separated over celery?” Her voice was full of laughter, curly and sweet around the edges.
“A man deathly allergic to celery.”
Luckily no one here is deathly allergic to celery. But uh… That didn’t say PARSLEY FLAKES like I thought.