Like most people, I jot down things I want or need to remember so as to be efficient and well organized and all that. I'm really good about copying and saving things in my blog file for future use, even if I rarely if ever revisit them and end up dumping most of it in the trash. And, like most people I also make a shopping list for when I go to the store so as not to forget anything.
Yesterday, I went to the store. This is my shopping list.
On the way to the store I was thinking about what I might make for the evening's dinner and remembered a great chicken liver recipe that I had gotten from an old Jacques Pepin (my favorite chef) cookbook. I had long ago given the book to my daughter so was trying to reconstruct the recipe from memory. I remember it had something to do with cooking them in reduced red wine vinegar. So, it was in this state of mind that I arrived at my neighborhood Publix, list in hand, prepared to make short work of this chore.
After carefully selecting a shopping cart (I hate those that have one wheel stuck or always try to turn in a circle) I hit the produce aisle for the tomatoes. In order to get to the produce, you must first past through the bakery, where I spotted a small cherry pie that had my name on it. What's wrong with a little self-indulgence?
Tomatoes in sight, I decided to make some tabbouleh for lunch to go with the hummus already in the fridge and picked up a couple of bunches of parsley. On the end cap I spotted a variety of horseradish sauces and chose one as I knew we were out and that I would eventually need some for the next time I wanted a Bloody Mary. While there, I also picked up a couple of cucumbers for the tabbouleh and a package of mushrooms, because they were pretty and always come in handy for something.
I finally arrived at the tomatoes to find some beautiful ones on sale. I guess the South Florida crop is coming in and we can now get them pretty fresh and not the gassed green ones from Mexico. I'm doing great, one more thing off of the list.
Turning the corner I spotted the poultry section and was reminded of the chicken livers. I selected what appeared to be a nice fresh package. Then I remembered the red wine vinegar and turned up that aisle, grabbing a jar of olives along the way because I knew we were out and that I would want some with my tabbouleh or a dirty martini later on. Got a nice bottle of red wine vinegar and turned into the next aisle where I passed some wild rice and thought, that would go good with the livers. Done deal.
Now I'm getting excited. Mouth watering thinking about all of the wonderful treats in store.
Gathering my resolve, I headed straight for the dishwasher detergent section. Liquid for sink, dry for dishwasher. Great, two more things off the list. Saw aluminum foil and remembered we need some. Alright! Now I'm making real progress. Next, chips and dip. Grabbed a bag of tortilla chips and a jar of salsa I like (Tostitos Restaurant Style). I can feel the Karma wheel spinning. Elated, I put my head down and point myself straight for the toothpaste but in turning the corner, I passed by some fresh made sushi and remembered that I was hungry. The sushi chef offered me a sample. Ummm. Good. What a great lunch that would make. Bought a package. 2 tuna, 2 salmon, and a veggie roll.
Now I'm reaching delirium and decide that some Sake would go great with the sushi. I go to the wine aisle and search and search in vain for Sake. What the hell's wrong with these people? No Sake? What kind of hick store is this? Okay. Now my bubble is burst. Time to check-out and get out. Can't wait to get home and tear into my sushi lunch.
I'm standing in the check-out line when I remember the toothpaste. Leaving my cart, I make a mad dash through the store and grab two tubes of toothpaste (2 for 1 special) and make it back to my cart with time to spare. Feeling better about myself, no paper or plastic I brought my own environmentally-correct bags, I load everything into the car and head for home and my sushi lunch.
It was during lunch that I discovered the shopping list in my shirt pocket, pulled it out, and casually looked it over. It was then that I realized I had forgotten the eggs and bread.
WTF! No money and now, no breakfast!