Sprouty update.

So early last week I tried the sprouts. Just to let you know, Ashlynn and Gage ended up drinking every last drop, while Ryder let his sit on the counter ignored. When I opened their cups to wash them out later in the day, it seemed as if the sprouts had fermented.

The gross got grosser.

I was "dry heaving" over the sink just trying to rinse them and run the drain to get the smell out. Eventually, after scouring with some Bon Ami, the lingering odor dissipated.

I, Lizzie, do solemnly swear to never try that again.

Ever.