Leave it to Chris to call me out on my lack of bloggness(not a word... I don't care). This will be a short one, while I brew my Mate, before I'm off to play music with my brother.
I've been meaning to blog about this for a couple of weeks but never got to it for various reasons. I cook probably once a week. I mean really cook. So on the days where I'm not experimenting with different spices and marinades, I like to use the microwave. Usually I buy the Lean Cuisine Pannini sandwiches, not because I am trying to control my weight just because they taste good. This time Hot Pockets happened to be on sale for 2 for $4. This is a deal because I can eat hot pockets for ever. I love meatballs and mozzarella. So I get a whole load of hot pockets and head for the check out. Keep in mind hot pockets was not the only thing I bought that day. I also bought milk and bread and such, you know the usual staples. I'm standing in line and I'm thinking about the whole "you can tell a lot about a person by...(insert random thing here like movie collection or library or underwear drawer, what ever)" So I'm sizing up the people around me. Then I look at the cashier and wonder if she judges people by the things they buy. There are certainly indicators about a person. So I'm checking out and she starts scanning my stuff.
"Paper or Plastic?"
"Plastic is fine." For all of you greenies out there I reuse them so lay off.
... She begins to scan my mound of Hot Pockets.
"This will soak up a lot of alcohol."
Stupid judger.
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