It’s never wise to grocery shop without a list 20 minutes before the store closes. And yet there I was, throwing acorn squash and chili beans in my cart in a mad dash to the only cashier left in Aldi.
As I rushed up to the check-out line at three minutes until 7:00 p.m., an older gentleman and his wife were also attempting to get into line. He was a small man with a loud plaid suit coat, a fedora, no front teeth and a neck that desperately needed a shave. His wife’s cart was relatively empty and so, as you do at Aldi, I told him, “You go ahead,” gesturing toward the cashier.
“Are you sure?” he asked in a thick New York accent.
“Of course,” I responded.
Then I said eight fateful words: “We’re all going to the same place anyway.” Continue reading “we’re all going to the same place anyway”
You’re stuck inside. It’s cold. You’re basically hibernating. And snacking. Warm up. Heat up. Give in to Sriracha. (No sweaters, Valentines, or Etch-a-Sketchs required.) Step one: Buy Sriracha sauce from Wal-Mart. Unless you hate Wal-Mart. Then I don’t know. You’re on your own. Step two: Buy salt from Aldi for less than 2 quarters. Love Aldi. Live Aldi. Be Aldi. Step three: Use about a … Continue reading i’ve got my sriracha to keep me warm
Unfortunately for all you foodies, this post has nothing to do with bread. Actually, my Pinterest feed is blowing up with mushy evangelical Advent blogs–you know the ones I’m talking about: with pictures of beautiful wreaths on the front door and little girls with snowflakes in their hair beckoning you to ask Jesus into your home to sit by the hearth this Advent–so I thought I’d … Continue reading of foamy lattes and 17 wheelers