My work here is done.

skips off to scrounge for breakfast.

Do so. The deliveries department.

What happens when the deliveries department is out? They just grab the plastic lemons and limes from the liquor, baking or kitchen cleaning departments.

I live next to a grocery store, though I prefer to shop at the one a mile away instead. I will never have groceries delivered because the shame of the lameness would be too great. Unless I've broken both legs. Then there would be no shame. And I'm going to stop there before I do some really bad not-quite-punning.

There are stores I've quit going to because of the way they are arranged.

Recently I've had to deal with grocery stores that were rearranging aisles on a weekly basis, or so it seemed. Damnit, is it too much to ask to have the bread in the same row every week?

Recently I've had to deal with grocery stores that were rearranging aisles on a weekly basis

It's to confuse the vampires.

I think lime juice tends to go next to fruit juices because it's often used as a mixer with alcohol. Whereas lemon juice is really used only for cooking and baking. As more stores come to reflect Latin American cooking, where the lime is the cooking juice, I think the lime juice will be more consistently located in cooking places rather than mixer places.

(I tend to just use lemons or limes, especially after I realized that one store in town sells them for $0.33 each, even in winter.)

I just read the Times cooking section on perfect pie crusts, and am wondering, "Where in the world would I find a real live butcher?" Because when the writer says he asked his butcher for beef suet, I am pretty sure he did not just walk up to the counter at Stop & Shop, you know? Maybe at Whole Foods, I suppose.

(Suddenly I am fantasizing about a goose for Thanksgiving dinner, and a pie crust made from the still-warm goose fat. That might be more coordination than is actually possible in a household.)

It's to confuse the vampires.

t hearts phrase

The Nola F2F may have been small, but man was it fun!

I got this in an E-mail from home:

Well, Leif has found a delightful occupation. He has built "contraptions" to trap people and cats. And, while I'm not sure how, he's feeding people to the alligators. He just said to me, "Mom, this is the crocodile's thanksgiving!"

Either I'll have to dissuade him from the evil genius career plan, or at least make sure he reads the evil overlord list and try to doesn't try to take over the world until at least 1st grade.

I know where a couple of Butcher shops are around here, but then, this is Kansas City.

"Hopefully" is not at all wrong. Like split infinitives, it's just something that a generation of commentators got their panties in a wad about.

What she said. It may even be covered in the Language Myths book I have floating around.

Shrift, all miso ingredients can be found in your standard Asian grocery. But there are some instant misos that I've heard are very good. I have a box of one at home, and will report back when I remember to use it.

Also, what's with people on the bus? I almost had a full-on Faithesque rage blackout this morning, because some dude in the back seat (seats 5 slightly cramped, and had 3 people in it when I got there) would NOT move the hell over and give me some space. Seriously. Like, if I moved at all, my elbows would hit him, and he WOULD NOT BUDGE the six inches it would take for me to have actual space, despite there being a whole person-sized gap on his left.

Asshat. I want him dead, or better yet, maimed.

I seriously had to get up and switch to one of the side seats to keep myself from hitting him. I still want to track him down and kick him in the nads with my steel toed shoes, then mash his face into the pavement.

Right.

I'm still really cranky about this.