Since then I've learned how to make a chart of every section in the store and where everything is (and I keep it updated when they try to trick us shoppers and re-arrange things) and I keep an itemized list of my most commonly purchased things on a computerized checklist. (Don't get excited, it's just on WORD....I'm still a techie Neanderthal). Today I think I have things pretty well refined.
As a worthy sequel to The Great Cream Cheese Incident of '82*, K got me good yesterday.
I came back in from being taken on a walk by Luke the Wonder Dog and found the TV was left on one of those (Italian) cooking shows. The power of suggestion being what it is, I WANTED SPAGHETTI. I mean the good stuff, the kind K makes. Only she was working, and I was here doing....well....not much. My mission was clear!
She emailed me her receipe and instructions and I hit the road. Buying the meat, the sausage, the onions and garlic, a bottle of wine, and some little cans of tomato stuff was no problem. Then I hit the wall.
Her list said I needed something called "Italian seasoning salt".
Italian seasoning is that powdered stuff you mix with oil to make salad dressing, right? Umm....or maybe it's some fancy kind of salt, like from a salt mine in Italy? OK, try this: It comes in those little bottles on the "spice" aisle? The poor little zit-faced kid stocking shelves was no help at all. After running in circles for half an hour I finally had to break down and do it....call K.
"You're making stuff up. There's no such thing as 'Italian seasoning salt'. I have torn this place UP! This is NOT funny! You're being mean to me!" :(
"No, silly," she said. "Read it again. It says, 'Italian seasoning' COMMA 'salt'."
* "The Great Cream Cheese Incident of '82": I was sent to the store with instructions to buy "18 oz" of Philadelphia Cream Cheese. But it only comes in 4 oz and 8 oz blocks. No combination equals 18 oz. DUH! THAT was a half hour of my life I'll never get back! (What she wanted was 1-8 oz block of Philly Cheese. Who knew?)