The entire world is so lucky that I'm going back to work next week, and it doesn't even know it. My motto has become "WWJD?". That's right:
 What Would Julia Do?
Aaaaaand something inside of me said: Julia might try to make chocolate coated banana slices! Yeah! That's what Julia would do!
Well I tell you Julia might have set out to do so but if she had, this would have been her first attempt. Then she would have kept at it until she perfected it. I'm not that obsessive about perfection so I just stuck them in the fridge for later munching.
And went on to bigger and better fruit.
Ever had an urge to make a big pretty colorful bouquet out of fruit pieces? Yeah, me too. And here, in the final week of my If Wasn't My Freaking Fault That Bitchface Jerk Couldn't Be Bothered To Stop At The Red Light So He Murdered My Miata And Put Me In The Hospital Incarceration, I decided to pull out all the cookie cutters and fancy cheese slicers and big old butcher knives and see just how big of a mess I could make in the kitchen.
It began, as all well thought out ideas do, with good preparation:
And....ta da! A bunch of Romaine lettuce, one canteloupe, two dozen strawberries, two tangerines, a bowl full of grapes, one fresh pineapple and a plastic box full of blackberries later I had produced a lovely bouquet. Which I promptly imprisoned in lots of plastic wrap in the hopes that it will not rot before tomorrow. I'm going to a meeting at my office with my team and new boss and I thought "Hey! I can bring my fruit...thing!" "If it isn't rotten!" "Yeah!"
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