Was it the gnomes?
You see, where we lived previously, we had a large laundry cart in our closet. It contained three bags. One for whites, one for darks and one for our daughter's clothes. Pretty easy, right?
Unless you have gnomes...
My husband said that the reason his clothes always ended up laying over the cart or near it on the floor, was a direct result of what he called "gnomes."
Pesky little buggers. Since we moved here, they must have followed us and decided that they needed a new hobby: pens.
This has been an ongoing issue, and many of my recipes have been scrawled in crayon.
And I am guessing, that the popcorn that I stepped in while photographing the recipe, was more than likely those same gnomes!
Because, clearly, my daughter didn't do it. She loves to clean and help.