Cream of the Crap

One man's trash is another man's garbage.

It's true. I checked thesaurus.com.

The people at my apartment complex have thrown out some very interesting stuff in the year-and-a-half I've lived here. Last year someone threw out a giant wooden castle that very well could have been handmade. There have been no shortage of TVs, computer monitors, couches, tables, shelves, vacuums and grand pianos that--with a little effort--could have been sold or donated instead of being shoved into a dumpster.

To preserve the memory of those dearly departed articles, I've decided to document the top of the heap; the best the trash has to offer; the cream of the crap.

This is a baby's car seat. The baby was already gone by the time I got there.

I'll try to remember to snap a photo every time I take the trash out. You can expect a new entry every couple of months or so.

Hotter Chocolate

So I tried this again.

This time I microwaved the milk first - alone - and then I added the powder - scoop by scoop - until it was perfectly mixed into the milk. Honestly, it wasn't great. The mug that exploded in the microwave last time tasted much sweeter, so I think that's the way to go from here on out.

Mostly though this was just an excuse to show off these ginourmous marshmallows. That's just one of them in there. One! I was actually hoping that the marshmallow would absorb all the hot chocolate and I could eat it like a delicious sponge, but unfortunately marshmallows are not very absorbent.