So last week I was driving down to Portland with my good friend Sean. We stopped off at one of my new favorite places near my house, Irwin’s, for some tasty baked goods. Sean got a few things and I picked up this awesome Marionberry Scone. On the drive down I was munching away when mid bite I looked down and saw bit of mold next to a berry. Now, I love Irwin’s and I can’t imagine them selling me an old scone, so I’m just going to chalk it up to it being a bad berry. Regardless, I made the call to put the scone away and not eat it anymore.

At least for a few hours.

Then, about 2 hours later, I’d totally forgot the scone and mold, and we were approaching 1 in the afternoon so I was starving. I looked down saw it and it hit me, I have a scone left! I started munching away. I was about half way through it Sean looks over at me and is like dude, you just decided to just munch on the mold buddy?

Shock, awe, then the sad realization that I’d already eaten most of the moldy scone I figured, eh, I’m still hungry I’ll just finish it off. It was well worth because that was one tasty a scone.

I’m just lucky to still be alive to tell the tale.