Baking ...

This past weekend, Chantel decided that she was going to go on a baking splurge. My natural reaction is to cringe. Why?? She loves to bake - and she's very good at it but I EAT everything she bakes. You see why I'm cringing??

Anyway, she was searching through magazines for receipes for the upcoming Thanksgiving adventure. We're eating our way up the east coast, NJ first and then onto MA. Yes, two Thanksgiving dinners - thank you and I will enjoy every minute of it!

Early Sunday afternoon, I made the announcement that I'm going to the grocery store AGAIN (and we all know how much I love that!) and she better get items on the list if she wants anything bought because I am NOT going back. So my list of about 10 items quickly doubled and then some. I started asking questions like "do you have to make that too?" and "don't you think one batch of that is enough?". Ugh - my thighs are growing just looking at the list.

Off I go - making the sacrifice and headed to the store. I am a crazy grocery shopper - I make my list as I am out of things, but then I organize my list by aisle so I can be in and out of that place as quick as I can but because I have additions to my list, I'm thrown off . I cruise through the aisles throwing items into the cart as I go (except the Double Stuff cookies, they go in the front so they don't get broken!). I am through the dairy aisle to get the milk and I'm done. The cart was looking pretty full so I decided against the self check out. I head to lane 9 - looks like it's moving quickly enough until I get into the lane and realize that it's moving quickly because people are LEAVING and going to another lane. I don't leave - I'm committed at this point, I'm going to make it through this lane even if it kills me. I get to the belt and start loading my items and tell the cashier that I have cloth bags please don't fill plastic ones. No response - nothing.

As I am watching my items scan across the register, they are piling up on the other end. I'm thinking, ok - I'll just go to the end and start packing my bags while he works through my baking extravaganza ingredients. I’m placing my bags into the cart and look up to realize he’s watching me! I quickly said “this would go faster if you would help” my response “maybe”. 

I am not usually a rude person, however, before I knew it the words “if you don’t like your job then quit, because there happens to be 10% of our population that is looking for a job no matter what it is.” You should have seen the look of shock on his face. Needless to say he quickly grabbed a bag and started filling it.

Are you starting to see why I don’t like grocery shopping? Things like this happen to me on a regular basis.

Needless to say, I made the sacrifice for Chantel to make her yummy desserts for our Thanksgiving dinners. The only upside of that trip, at some point over the next week or so I will be eating my way through those incredients.