Wednesday evening is usually my banana-buying time, when I visit the supermarket after seeing my nutritionist. Since that wouldn’t be happening today, and not having bananas is not an option, I walked over to Whole Foods on my lunch break. As irritating as it is to dodge all the tourists near my office building, it’s a million times worse when contending with this:
Ah, yes. Lovely. So I got to Whole Foods, bought a few things, and as I was heading along on my (not so) merry way back to work, a bus drove by and showered me with dirty mucky slush. Beautiful! I suppose that’s better than getting run over by a bus, though. And I’ve already washed my Chicobag; I’m pretty sure that if I’d been carrying a paper Whole Foods bag, it would have disintegrated. Which would have been tragic, because then the glass inside would probably have fallen and shattered.
An apple dusted with cinnamon has absolutely nothing to do with any of this. Because that isn’t cinnamon…
That was one of the glass jars in my bag. I was so delighted to find this — for some reason, apple pie spice and pumpkin pie spice are insanely overpriced! Trader Joe’s has pumpkin pie spice, but not apple pie spice, and this wasn’t that expensive, so I bought one. Me like.
The other glass jar, because I know you’re dying to know, was salsa. Since I ran out of “regular” salsa last night, and had to supplement with some peach mango salsa in this:
That would be “saucy Mexican chicken” over brown rice. I would share the recipe, but it’s from a cookbook, and aside from substituting chick’n strips for the chicken, I didn’t really change anything. But — holy crap, this was hot! As an aside, those strips will soon no longer be kosher certified. This annoys me because I find them more convenient than my other options.
Now you understand why I need to grab the opportunity to try something that isn’t always available? It might disappear if I don’t! But I didn’t want to put those English muffins in the freezer. Sometimes, things go into it and never come out! So I have to use them up. Hence:
Cinnamon French toast. With a satsuma on the side. I really shouldn’t be eating citrus; I absolutely adore it, but the acid in it does not adore me back. And there was pineapple in that chicken recipe. I must be a masochist.
By the way? My street still has not been plowed.
Actually, that isn’t my street, but whatever. I took this picture when I was wandering around in random circles looking for the post office, or, failing that, a mailbox. I never found either. Clearly, I am a genius.
I must be one, since I didn’t think of this sooner:
Chocolate Cheerios, peanut flour, banana slices and almond milk. About the bananas I bought in Whole Foods? Yeah, apparently I paid 4¢ for each of them, since I bought two and somehow, the scale decided they weighed a tenth of a pound. After being splashed by that bus, I was not about to take another fifteen-minute trek to inform the clerk that he made a mistake. I do feel a little bad about it, but as my co-worker said, it tends to even out since they are prone to price inflation!
Would you have gone back to pay for those bananas?? (Math is absolutely not my strong point, but I think we’re talking about 30¢ here. I feel crazy for even contemplating this.)
Tomorrow is my last day of work for the year… and the end of it can’t come soon enough! Have a happy Thursday!
“Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.”