Sam’s Club is the first stop on my agenda when my peepers pop open. Not the chickens I don’t have, but my actual eyes, of course. With an empty fridge humming along, it’s clear what needs to happen next: food! It’s been a whole month since I’ve cooked a meal. Scratch that—I did whip up an egg and potato breakfast, plus a cedar plank salmon dinner while at our temporary digs at the pool house.
Just so you know, Aldi’s grocery store Atlantic salmon is less than ten bucks, fed four of us, and was delicious. Worth every penny. But back to Sam’s Club. Prepare yourself for the ultimate shopping list! Butter, cheese, chicken, broccoli, corn…wait a second. What I really need to do is to decide what I want to cook first. Maybe that Olive Garden copycat Zuppa Toscana soup I make. Definitely some salsa, the good restaurant-style stuff. I’ve got an immersion blender, sure, but I’m itching to crack open that new blender still in its box. Mmm, butter chicken. And heavy whipping cream for my coffee and Alfredo. Am I rambling? Probably. But hey, it’s what’s on my mind.
Let me tell you, designing a house for yourself is quite the treat. Moving from room to room feels like it was made just for me—because it was! Walking into the kitchen and having those under-counter lights click on? Bomb dot com. Especially since the light switch had to be all out of the way thanks to those pocket doors.
My mind’s wandering back to Sam’s Club and the upcoming shopping spree, Supermarket Sweep style, grabbing all the things. Should we go wild and get a prime rib? Probably not, but maybe a rib roast or something more sensible. Because that’s who I am, sensible—most of the time. I need towels, a skillet, and plates, then I’ll be cooking with gas. That’s pretty funny because the plumber and gas company guy coordinated to hook up the gas today. So for the first time ever, I am now actually cooking with gas. You do know the turn of phrase “Now we’re cooking with gas” right?
Sending lots of love from Georgia. Take care. Love, Jaclynn.
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