The other week at my one assisted living client's with disabilities, I was checking with her about dinner and about what food to make to leave for her for the next few days.
"How's the pasta?", she called out from her bedroom. "Open it and sniff it and see if it's still good."
"Nothing a little pepper won't fix," I was like right away, to mess with her.
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