confession II

ok, so i did remember, after picking up the dulce de leche from the supermarket shelf, that one of my dinner guests doesn't eat diary products, and i nearly did put it back on the shelf, nearly. but then i thought, nah...the american yanqui may want to try it. really, i did. which is why i can't exactly explain why there is a half-finished packet of crackers and a decimated dulce de leche jar on my lap right now.