Brown Sugar

Given my track record, you're probably thinking I'm going to say something about the Rolling Stones.  But no, friends.  I'm talking about the brick of actual brown sugar I had in my cupboard.  A fused-together lump that was virtually useless.  Until I put it in a plastic container with two slices of bread.  Which I did two days ago.

This morning I open the thing up and the brown sugar was as soft and fluffy as the snow they get in Aspen.  Or Telluride.  Only brown.

This is me making your life just a little bit easier.  Magnificent.

I'm told you can also do this with shards of clay pottery.  Go figure.