Dreaming in Orange.
Can you keep a secret? The grocery store is terrifying. Every time I enter the nearest grocery store, my intentions are pure. Thoughts of quality meals and full stomachs fill my thoughts much like the fairies in fill Fern Gully dancing and fluttering to the music of the last rain forest. That was a little much, right? It was my favorite movie as a child. And the scene where Batty runs into the trees saying "red light... red light again," is exactly what goes through my head when I start to enter an aisle then realize it's the wrong one.
The aisles - they're so daunting.
I leave with the same cart full of products every time: turkey, bread, popsicles, orange juice, cereal, apples, oranges, tomatoes, pizza lunchable (1), and and a few boxes of whatever-type-of-Amys sounds delightful. That's all I need.
Honestly, I could almost promise you I'd step up my cooking game if someone else went to the store for me. It can't be that difficult. You know, now that pinterest is around.
If I had this tangerine KitchenAid stand mixer I would make all kinds of goodies. Who am I kidding? I'd make a year's supply of mashed potatoes and homemade ice cream. If that wasn't enough, it would be give me instant street cred just for occupying a spot on the counter.
Happy Orange Friday!
*In other news my roommate is an amazing cook... this is why I don't starve. The end.