exceedingly poor culinary ideas

No matter how little food is in the house or how low one's blood sugar, do NOT attempt to add mozzarella shred cheese to miso soup from powdered mix.

Just don't.

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My maternal grandfather was born in February of 1878, (yes, that year is correct) two months premature, in a drafty old farmhouse in Danvers. Family legend has it that they wrapped him in layers of uncarded cotton and stuck him in a wooden box in the very back of the top of the wood stove, in a makeshift incubator of sorts. Clearly he survived just fine. From the perspective of my perhaps drafty, but heated, house and my abundant hot water and layers of polarfleece, I can't even imagine it.