C'mon snow!
Jan. 21st, 2005 07:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebratqueenI have successfully taken the last copter out of Saigan hit the grocery store. I admittedly didn't have to, as it's not like I'm low on supplies so much as I decided to make crock pot lasagna this weekend, but I figured what the heck?
Naturally the first store I went to was filled to the brim with idiots who think that "possible snow" means "There will be no more food in the world ever so start hoarding now. Also, you may want to kill people in line next to you and salt them to have later." So I immediately left there and went to somewhere slightly saner.
What's funny to me is that the yuppie food store in my town never gets crowded like that when storms come. Sure, they might get a couple more people than usual, but not in the lines going out the door sense that the local megamart and Shop Rite get. I have no idea why since the yuppie food store is the regular grocery store for people in that area, so it's not as though it's the lack of snow-related needs for goat cheese and rice wine vinegar. I'm glad for it, though, as I was able to get in and out with little to no fuss nor muss. I was even able to pick up buttermilk without having to use an old loaf of French bread to beat off the masses. And I just realized that "beat off the masses" has meanings that I did not intend when I first typed it, but on the other hand if you're going to masturbate with food products, I suppose there's worse things to choose than a well-made loaf of bread.
Anyway, there is buttermilk for biscuits and/or waffles and/or pancakes, there's ingredients for lasagna, there's ingredients for brownies - it'd better frikkin' snow, damn it, or I'm going to be pouty and disappointed.
Naturally the first store I went to was filled to the brim with idiots who think that "possible snow" means "There will be no more food in the world ever so start hoarding now. Also, you may want to kill people in line next to you and salt them to have later." So I immediately left there and went to somewhere slightly saner.
What's funny to me is that the yuppie food store in my town never gets crowded like that when storms come. Sure, they might get a couple more people than usual, but not in the lines going out the door sense that the local megamart and Shop Rite get. I have no idea why since the yuppie food store is the regular grocery store for people in that area, so it's not as though it's the lack of snow-related needs for goat cheese and rice wine vinegar. I'm glad for it, though, as I was able to get in and out with little to no fuss nor muss. I was even able to pick up buttermilk without having to use an old loaf of French bread to beat off the masses. And I just realized that "beat off the masses" has meanings that I did not intend when I first typed it, but on the other hand if you're going to masturbate with food products, I suppose there's worse things to choose than a well-made loaf of bread.
Anyway, there is buttermilk for biscuits and/or waffles and/or pancakes, there's ingredients for lasagna, there's ingredients for brownies - it'd better frikkin' snow, damn it, or I'm going to be pouty and disappointed.
