Restocking weekend and giveaway

You ever look in the freezer and realize you're down to the last one or two things in there and you know it's the rebuilding grocery trip that awaits you?  We decided we wanted to sleep in on Sunday so we did some Saturday grocery shopping.  We got to Trader Joe's like 30 minutes later than usual and the parking lot was a quarter full.  I gave a collective groan because I like the store to ourselves when we can get it.  I also was in no mood for the usual cashier that thinks she had a conversation about "clean eating" with us and now asks us "how it's going" every time we see her.  We *hate* the term clean eating and we never would've had that conversation given we're in like year six of eating *our* way.  So this was going to be the day I politely told her it wasn't us so no need to police our food anymore but she wasn't there.  So I loaded up on the frozen veggies, meat, fish, etc and then it was on to Target.

I figured it was probably time to start stockpiling holiday baking necessities and then I spied these.

I don't know what I'm making with these but I'm making something.  For those who want to see how they stack up on the labels next to regular morsels, the plain chocolate semi-sweet is on the top and the Delightfulls are on the bottom.

Basically the main difference is there are two less servings in the Delightfulls than a regular bag.  Oh that and it's a dollar more per bag.  So there's that.

Also, because I'm a huge nerd, I bought the same tea Tom Mison from Sleepy Hollow drinks.

It's almost like having tea with Ichabod

(via)

"Now my lips are touching his."  (Extra points if you know what movie that's from)

Oh speaking of Sleepy Hollow, we went to the pet store and were holding a toy fox terrier.  (The kind of dog I've always had and they're rare in the pet shops.)  I was in no danger of buying him because he was a boy.  (Sorry, mama doesn't do red rockets)  But he was also VERY smart and uninterested in us and interested in escape.  Like a velociraptor testing the fences for weakness, so was this little man testing us for the same.  So the over-eager sales girl, oblivious to the fact we pet dogs for fun, was determined to bring us a short haired girl dog to switch out with the little heathen pissing on rogue toys.  She told us she was bringing us a min pin and you think black and brown.  Nope.  She hoisted that thing over and it was this reddish brown color with these funky greenish blue eyes and she looked pure evil.  I literally almost gasped.  She wasn't much for doling out kisses and liked chewing anything but oh my Lord, I felt like if I looked directly into her little eyes, I would turn to stone.  So I said I was naming her Moloch after the demon in Sleepy Hollow.  We started giggling and the Mr was trying to get her to smooch him on the nose and she would sniff but no kisses.  I said in a low demon voice "Moloch doesn't give kisses" and we began laughing hysterically until we were crying.  The Mr bent to her face and repeated me in a demon voice and the saleslady came up to the playroom door and I couldn't tap him fast enough to warn him someone else was there and she's like "everything okay?" and we just giggled like idiots as the dog fell asleep in my arms, unaffected by our laughter.  Then the woman's manager (I think or maybe a trainer) came over and basically was trying to re-ask us everything we'd already told her.  He ruined the mood, was pressuring us to buy the dog and he got a hint of the hormonal demon within me as I gave him the brush off.  Then he said "the hardest part is naming them" to which I had to bite the inside of my mouth to keep from crying in hysterics on the floor.  Man, sometimes you just need a gut busting, cry inducing laugh over the dumbest things.

Where was I?  Oh yeah...

When we were at TJ's, the Mr was milk maiding the bagged brussels sprouts.  They all looked like crap except for one bag.  So when I saw a Brussels saber stalk, I decided to go for it.  When I got up front, I spied the flower sleeves at the check out and asked if I could cover them with that.

The woman thought I was a genius and I suspect if anyone else buys them, they will be bagged like this now.

We hit a few local craft shows that I used to go to when I was a kid.  I was somewhat horrified to see nothing has changed.  They are where 80's crafts thrive.  I must say I was glad to see little old ladies still crocheting and selling baby blankets and potholders in patterns I remembered as a kid.  If they weren't wall to wall with people who didn't know how to behave at a craft show, I would've lingered longer.  But the Mr and I were beginning to feel claustrophobic and wanting to lash out so we decided to leave.

It was very obvious that people were hitting the holiday shopping this weekend...hard.  This is why I'm glad I'm done and wrapped.  When we felt like people were irritating, we hit the panic button and escaped because we didn't have to be there, we were perusing with no real need.  I'm irritated that I can't find inspiring Christmas decor.  So I may have to use this as a transition year and infiltrate end of season sales.  Beh.

I was jonesing for some chicken cordon bleu...the entree of our wedding.  So I whipped some together and left the Mr remembering why he married me.

Here's some of our yummy souvenirs from New England I forgot to share.

What did you do this weekend?

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