Mark is in town (got in late last night) and today we went shopping.
See, previously when he’d been here, and cooked for me, he was a bit… underwhelmed… with the state of my kitchen. Specifically, how well it is provisioned for things like, you know, cooking.
Well, I haven’t even been here a year, and I started with essentially nothing. Add that to the fact that people who live alone can tend to, ahem, eat more simply (*cough* standing over the sink eating cold leftovers from the container *cough*), or go out, or travel… well, people other than Chaz, of course, who is even at this moment eating stupendous chili, following closely on his homemade pies, and not to mention whatever in the world he does with the oak-smoked granary flour.
Anyway. Since we are not Chaz, we have to rely on the kindness of our visiting friends, and must provide them with the appropriate kitchen infrastructure. So off to Bed Bath & Beyond we went, in search of same.
I LOVE Bed Bath & Beyond. Have I mentioned that before? Yes, I have. Yes, I still do. The coupons! I love that bit at the end where they stand there taking your final bill down, down, down, down… I saved nearly the entire price of the lovely glass-lidded skillet I bought. And I got microwave-safe plates, and a crepe maker, and a space heater, and new towels for the bathroom, and and and and…
And then we were starving, so nipped into Trader Joe’s for a salad or something… and emerged (mumble mumble) dollars later and two bags’ full of things to make tonight’s crepes, which are happening right now in the kitchen, which I should probably go attend to.
But yes. Filled the trunk, again. And now the Witchnest is just a tiny bit more like a home, and not a bachelorette pad.
Though I still do eat leftovers over the sink, when called for.