A desiccated pea. One semi-sweet chocolate chip. One white chocolate chip. Various sized broken bits of spaghetti.
Whether it is down couch cushions, car seats – or under the microwave – the resulting booty gives pause for thought. Remains tell stories.
Though dried of vitality, stale, and forgotten, there is something to residue – it survives. Speaks to Christmas treats, a dish that missed – or comfort food, repeatedly prepared. Wizened but sometimes startling memory.
We clean for good reasons, keep things moving forward. But sometimes forget in the name of progress, that remains still stand – or wait – in out of the way places, or under the microwave .
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