I’ve never lived too terribly close to a Costco to make it worth my while to join, so whenever someone would sing its praises, I would just tune it out. Whatever. It was kind of like hearing someone going on about surfing when you live in Iowa. Not gonna happen, so who really cares?
Well… Suddenly, it seems that there’s a Costco just 10 little miles from my new house. Oh my. I resisted at first, because there’s only two of us now, and I’ve fallen prey to the membership club experience in the past. Money saving my ass (can I say that on a blog?). “Hey where did that 100 pack of lunch snacks go?” I would ask as my teenage son and his posse wiped orange cheese powder off their faces many a night. And who doesn’t totally love it when their husband drops a 50-pound jar of pickles on the kitchen floor?
So I joined. Continue Reading..
So here it is, almost April, and last night I couldn’t take it any more. I had to have something cooked on the grill instead of in the oven, so I begged my husband to shovel out the grill. Most of our snow is melted, but our backyard faces north, and the part right up against the house is cold and shady and usually doesn’t thaw out until late in March. Except this year it will probably be Memorial Day.
You know that point in the winter into spring season when you just can’t stand to have another soup, stew, squash…. Yeah. I’m so there. I just want to turn my oven to the “clean” setting and turn it off until next fall. I have a pretty good feeling I’m not quite done with soups and stews just yet, but today, we’re grilling. Continue Reading..