Past the Frozen Pizza and Straight to the Asian Aisle…

Shopping just doesn’t take long for me these days. I am getting to be an old hat at doing this. I know what I want and where it is when I walk in the door for the most part.  I was mainly interested tonight in the P.F. Chang’s frozen Asian meals.  I purchased a regular smorgasbord of these delicious large bags of frozen Asian cuisine tonight. My father doesn’t like Asian food.  He callously says it looks like something a cat would throw up. “Did you get all you needed?” my father worriedly asked, surprised it took me such a short while. “Oh, I forgot shredded cheddar!” I then told my father frantically in a eureka moment! “Hurry up and get it!” my father told me in the checkout line as he held my cart and then told me not to dawdle. The cheddar was for grilled cheese sandwiches to accompany the vegetable beef soup I was making in the crockpot later in the week.  I have found that shredded cheddar melts quicker and more uniformly in my toaster oven. War Eagle? Dad was running really, really late tonight.  Maggie was dutifully looking out the den window for his arrival whining occasionally. I tuned my television to channel 50 to see if an Auburn game replay was on. It certainly was.  I smiled as Auburn made a touchdown and I then called my father on the phone. “Watch the rest of the game and then we will go get my groceries,” I told him kindly knowing how much this game meant to him. It was the Southeastern Conference cha...

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - December 9, 2013 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs