Just have to try one, in the interests of quality control. Would hate to serve up something that wasn't up to spec.
On to cup number 3. During an attempt at an unknown yoga position whilst trying to reach a spoon lodged at the back of the dishwasher last night, there was a rather loud snack in my vicinity. Marathon Runner enquired what was that?
Well, the RSJ in the left cup of my brassiere had just snapped in two!
Quick as a flash, he says: "well, that one's tits up then"!
More like down, I think. Oh well, have to visit this lot I supppose.