Yes, dear reader, I'm back. And yes, I probably should have spent the morning finding some fascinating blog-worthy tid-bit for you. But I found myself instead dealing with an epic infestation of fruit flies. Gross me out nerds pits, man! (This will only make sense to those who came of age in the eighties. For the rest of you, let me just say that this is a disgusting turn of events.) Exhaustive research (I went to chowhound
) has led to me try two approaches. And yes, it did too
take all morning. I have put on the counter a half cup of old red wine in a shallow glass over which I've secured a piece of plastic wrap and poked a few holes with with a fork. I've also put a funnel into a small mason jar filled with a few over-ripe strawberries. My cunning plan is to trap the minute menaces. At least they will die happy. I'll report back soon on which method is more successful. If, that is, I'm not driven insane by them first. Watch this space.