Recommended wine for today’s entry: Hogue Pinot Grigio. My friend Beth W. gave me a bottle of this and it is delicious! It’s from Washington state and is fairly dry, which I like. The label describes it as “snappy melon and stone-fruit flavor with hints of nuts, spice and honey.” I don’t mind saying that I like anyone and anything that uses the word “snappy.” I’m a big fan of that word. Oh, and they recommend it after a sunny day of sailing … close your eyes and pretend!
One of my daughters has already headed back to college; the other will bail on me on Friday.
All of the other mommies out there know how I feel. Sad, despondent, lonely, …
…and just a little bit giddy.
Because I don’t have to go to the grocery again for like four months!
And do you know what happens when you don’t go to the grocery? The refrigerator is EMPTY — so you can clean it and it smells like Clorox Cleanup instead of the chipotle meatballs that have been seeking refuge there since Thanksgiving. Ahhh. Nirvana. To follow my logic train a little farther down the track…when there are no groceries and no cooking, there are no leftovers!
Right now, I have a repulsive array of past-their-prime nibbles in my refrigerator, some of which actually do date back to November. Before you assume that I’m the disgusting one in the group, I might point out that every time I try to throw away the hash brown casserole from Christmas morning, my older daughter says “NOOOOOO! I’m gonna finish that!” Well, if you want to save yourself the science project, shredded potatoes, when left refrigerated into infinity, appear to revert to their original state — which, I think, is a mixture of hair and water.
I finally did throw away the remaining crumbles of the cookies from the neighborhood cookie swap. But then my daughter’s friend was leaving to go back to school, so I made him some oatmeal cookies. First mistake: it was late at night after the family got in from an evening out (read: two glasses of wine). I chose this particular recipe because
he likes oatmeal, they are nutritious, I’ve tested the recipe before and it is gangbuster-type delicious, it only had five ingredients.
None of those ingredients was flour, which I thought was a GOOD thing, because I hate how I always have like a mini-seizure as I’m measuring flour and it puffs all over the kitchen like those dang weeds that explode their venom right up your nose when you pick ’em.
Except cookies without flour, I found the hard way, are like … fast-drying cement. At first it oozes everywhere, because it has nothing to hold its shape. Then it adheres to the cookie sheet like high school sweethearts on college drop-off day. OK, I did forget to grease the cookie sheet, but this was inordinately stuck.
Here is the picture I sent to my daughter’s friend, with the witty caption “Which one do you want?”