Last night I was making a salad when Maia started chatting away about Cinderella. I started to listen more closely and discovered that she thought I was putting Cinderella in the salad.
Worried that her imagination had taken a rather Grimm turn, I explained that I was using tomato, onion, olives, basil and mozzarella. No mistreated young princesses in MY salad.
It was only after I passed her a selection of the salad ingredients did I discover that mozzarella is mozzerella no more. It is, of course, Cinderella.
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