I cook, drink, eat and watch what I want. And do this happily in sweatpants.
Today I went out to run some errands. I was going to pick up what I needed to make Italian Beef Braciole but I lost ambition somewhere between Dick’s Sporting Goods and Haskell’s so decided to go with Sandra’s MN Crab Cakes. A new recipe for me and something I’ve never tried to make so definitely interesting…but not so difficult that I need to watch how much wine I drink whilst making it.
Which seems to be the flavor of the evening because I’m watching a movie I’ve seen pieces of before (I, Robot). I like Will Smith. And I know red wine doesn't go with crab but I really don't care. The crab is fried and I'm home alone. I can do and have what I want.The grocery store sure was extreme this evening! I say extreme because nothing happened out of the ordinary. In fact, everything that happened was your typical grocery store experience, except extreme.
For starters, I will mention that I went grocery shopping with Everyone Else. We all went together, the whole city of Plymouth.
Mental Note: Saturday evening is a bad time to grocery shop.
It took about 10 minutes to get parked because people were waiting for other people to leave (you know, you sit there while someone loads their groceries because you want their spot). Not as big of a deal except the lanes aren’t wide enough to pass so EVERYONE waits. With the heat-wave we’ve had I didn’t see the need to wait, but had to anyway.
I had an odd tartar sauce experience - Cub only offers Kraft Regular and Kraft Lemon. How boring?! Go figure Minnesota. Seeing as how I’m someone that adds cayenne to just about everything, “Regular” and “Lemon” just doesn’t do it for me. I just don’t understand how Cub, that has about 40 different kids of hot sauce (that no one buys, there’s dust on the bottles), only has 2 different kinds of tartar sauce (that they are almost out of, only a couple bottles left). We are a walleye-eating state. Someone at SuperValu is not wearing their marketing hat.
Hey, I need that job.
No biggie on the disappointment, I’m super good at adding kick, but still...I need that job.
I got hit on by a man in his 40’s. I always get hit on by men in their 40’s. Even when I was 20. Potentially even when I was 16, but who knows because everyone over 20 seemed over 40, to me when I was 16. Maybe this will be a trend and when I’m 50, I’ll still be attracting men in their 40’s.
People are so impatient! The checkout lanes were a sea of cranky, unhappy people. No fun at all. I bought 16 things and opted not to find out how people would take it if I got in the 15 or less line.
You know, sometimes you have to wait. Sure, you might be hurrying to get somewhere or having a bad day, but sometimes you have to wait. I realize that day to day, we don’t have to wait, we have the internet, pizza delivery, drive in oil change places, drive through pharmacies, kiosk movie rentals, minute clinics…I fully understand that our society is not fostering people that have patience. However, why spend a minute being pissed over something so uncontrollable and trivial? Most definitely there are things in life that piss me off. But I am not wasting my pissedoffedness (word I made up) on a grocery store line. 
My pissedofedness is saved for these people, these people, these people and these people.
Seriously, being warm, being able to stand and purchase food - I'm thankful I'm not these people.
Anywho, what a great meal in cold Minnesota. The crab cakes are divine, I made different sizes to see what would work. Bigger does not work; at least for me. About the size of my palm is a good size. I have small hands for my height, by the way. Complete with Baby Red Smashed Potatoes and Spicy Corn, I was in comfort food heaven.
Now stuffed and don’t need to eat again for a long while. Like Monday.
