an embarrassing excavation

and a delicious wheat-free snack

I can remember my great-grandmother’s birthday (June 26), the telephone number from the house we lived in in the late 1960s (897257) and the first eight numbers in π (3.1415926) but I could not for the life of me recall what was lurking at the bottom of the laundry basket that I had casually put down in the corridor outside my bedroom in a moment of dis…