Monday, May 16, 2011
Reflections of a hoarder
I'm becoming the reincarnation of my maternal grandmother, Irma, but only when it comes to sweet pickles (she hoarded ground coffee, salt and pudding mix). Apparently, I'm forgetful when I get to the grocery store and cannot recall if I'm out, or flush with pickles, so I buy more. It would seem I also don't know when one jar is already open and go ahead and open another and only I can be the culprit here as nobody else eats them. It's not like I open a jar at snack time, either. I only eat sweet pickles when I make grilled cheese sammies and tomato soup.
For some reason, I think I'd better stock up on sharp cheddar cheese.