New Does Not Always Mean Better

I was at the grocery store the other day, a chore I truly despise. I like to be there and gone in as little time as necessary. If Reading had decent stores with locally produced items made with fresh ingredients I might feel differently. Perhaps. Perhaps not. The closest we get is the farmers’ market which sells fresh items though not necessarily local. I am more tolerant there so who knows?

But I digress. As I said, I was running through the store and stumbled upon a Cheez-It display. I like Cheez-Its and it’s been some time since I had any. They were on sale so I decided I’d allow myself an unbudgeted treat.

Only as I was reaching for a box I noticed they now come in mozzarella flavor. Mmm. I love mozzarella so why not give them a try? Why not indeed. They taste nothing like mozzarella. Nor do they taste much like Cheez-Its. They’re the proper size and shape. And they’re crunchy. I’ve been nibbling on them for two days now and I have yet to determine if I like them or not.

Yep, It's Me

I went to the grocery store today. Another innocuous activity, right? Not if you’re me it’s not.

I was meandering along, minding my own business when what did I spy in the meat counter? And on special no less? Chicken feet. Lopped of at the ankle, toenails included. Naturally I had to take a picture for you. Should have seen the look on the face of the little boy restocking nearby.

Of course, since I already had his attention, I asked how one prepared chicken feet. Poor kid didn’t speak much English to begin with and I think I scared some so he finally blurted out grill and stood there trembling. I was nice. I politely thanked him and went in search of someone else to question.

Luckily, it didn’t take long. When I repeated my query as to what one does with chicken feet the first response I got was that they are used in sacrifices. Can you tell we’ve spoken previously? I pointed out that generally those rituals required a live chicken at the start of them so he revised his answer, explaining that some people use them in soups.

As I’ve mentioned before I make a lot of soup but really, I think I’ll give the chicken foot varities a pass.

Cookies Instead of Kisses

Don't blame me for today's topic. Blame Amarinda. She's the one who brought it up and started me thinking. This is how she ended her blog today. May you be kissed often by one with knowledge.

Mm, yes please. I would dearly love to be kissed often by one with knowledge. There's only one snag. No one to kiss. Before I tossed the ex, I had myself to the point where I didn't think about kissing. Well, not in relation to me that is. My characters are a whole nother story. But I'm not talking about them now. I'm talking about me. I gave up kissing the ex years ago for reasons you really don't want to know. Then, back in October, I liberated myself. Even since the parts of me I'd tucked away for safe-keeping have been slowly reawakening and coming back to life.

Hm, what to do? All reaved up and no one to kiss. Yes, this is becoming a problem. There is one individual I'd like to spend unlimited time kissing but he's currently in hiding. Seems I scared him off last time we saw each other. Perhaps I should come with a warning label about being too potent. All I know is how terribly unfair it is for him to kiss and run when I was just getting started. Oops, rapidly approaching the TMI line here so veering off in a slightly different direction.

Ever find yourself wandering around, checking out those in your immediate vicinity and spotted someone you wanted to kiss right then and there? Every now and then I do. Look, that is and see someone. I really don't go around kissing random strangers on a whim. Anyway, I was at the grocery store today, lip viewing to make it bearable. Nope, no good window shopping going on there today. sigh

What I did discover is that Oreos now have easy open pull tabs on the front of the package. Tabs that reseal too! When did that happen? Persaonally, I see this as a splendid addition. Probably a good thing they didn't have this feature when I was a kid or I might have been tempted to sample an occasional Oreo when accompanying my mother. You all know how that would have gone.