Misadventures in Cooking

Well, I'm nearing the end of my first week of full-time employment in the professional world. It's deadening and good at the same time.

For one thing, my time spent with food, thinking about food, preparing food, is drastically reduced. With this advent, I have noted a need for advanced meal planning, grocery shopping consolidation, and even advanced meal preparation.

Whereas before, I'd browse the internet, come across a recipe that I liked or wanted to try, go to the store and by necessary ingredients (if needed), and then cook. Then eat. That was my life, people.

So don't blame me when yesterday, in preparing chicken alfredo (for the following day, mind you), I grabbed the spice bottle with a grinder top, and later smelled, to my confusion, CINNAMON. Yes folks: instead of a mixed peppercorn grinder, I had indeed grabbed a cinnamon sugar grinder.

Deadening, you see? Welcome to the world of work, Amanda. But I'm still happy to be here.

my best friend married an Italian

While the title to this post is true (and sounds like a good title), it is completely irrelevant.

What I really want you to know about is this:

I was grocery shopping yesterday. I made my circuit from Costco, to Sunflower Market, and then to Buy Low.


You may not find this strange, but I thought it odd that I saw the exact same woman in all three places checking out slightly before me. She was pregnant, had blond hair, and wore a green tank top.

Strange, don't you think?