Fortune cookies, the kind you get at the end of a Chinese meal, have never been a big temptation for me. They are rather bland and way too crunchy. However, I love pulling out the little rectangular piece of paper on which a fortune is written.
There was a time, in my younger years, when I saved all the fortunes I liked and slipped them into the sides of a bedroom dresser mirror. The only scary time remembered, pertaining to fortune cookies, is the night I cracked open the cookie and found no fortune at all! The one at the top of this post came in the last cookie given when hubs and I went out for an anniversary dinner in March. DO YOU REMEMBER ANY FORTUNE COOKIE MESSAGE YOU RECEIVED?
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