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Wine and Love

Hosted and dreamed up by the lovely Nora of Walking with Nora.

Why I need wine this week:

  • All round, general crankiness and fussiness – I can’t pinpoint a specific cause, but it’s been a cranky/fussy week for me. It’s as if I’m walking around in jeans that are too small – the discomfort is so slight you can’t actually figure out what’s wrong but you know something is – except apply that to everything in my life this week.
  • The rain – this is perhaps the cause of point #1. Aside from the break we had tonight (thank the heavens!) it has been raining and gray all week. I can’t take much more of this.
  • The humidity – also related to point #1 and #2. Curly hair does not behave in humid weather and all this rain is cramping my style. I’ve already busted out the hardcore summer hair products to fight the frizz. And why yes, I do have seasonal hair care products. Doesn’t everyone?

What I have loved this week:

  • BBQs in the sun – it’s been raining pretty much all week but the sun peaked through this evening just in time for a BBQ at a friend’s place. Nothing beats sitting on the patio and enjoying some burgers.

Check me out being a BBQ queen!

  • This video:

For those that don’t know, I work in agriculture which makes this video a million times more amazing for me. We joke around in my office about covering everything in glitter and how much the farmers would appreciate that and now I have proof that they would TOTALLY love a bedazzled tractor.

  • The Hunger Games – as the next big YA series, I was totally expecting another Twilightesque book that sucks you in while making you feel ashamed because it’s so bad. But, it’s not! It sucks you in AND it’s a good story (so far, I haven’t even finished the first book yet. No spoilers!).
  • A 4-day weekend. Monday is a holiday and I’ve taken tomorrow off AND I have ABSOLUTELY nothing planned. I am beyond excited.

Grocery store panic. Or, a story about how Buzz Aldrin almost missed the shuttle launch

I don’t like grocery shopping. I get stressed out by how big the stores are, how difficult it is to maneuver the carts, remembering everything in any given section in order to avoid that frantic trip back across the store against the flow of traffic with the aforementioned unwieldy cart.

But, in my opinion, the stress of collecting your food pales in comparison to the panic I feel in the checkout lane.

I wholeheartedly support the decision most grocery stores have made to charge for plastic bags. I diligently bring in my reusable bags and I think it makes perfect sense. But, it makes check out oh so much more stressful.

Back in the day when I would tag along grocery shopping with my mom (with hopes of throwing some FudgeeOs into the cart) you unloaded your groceries on the ultra-cool conveyor belt, the clerk would ring them through and then a SEPARATE clerk would pack your things for you politely asking “Paper or Plasitc?”

Now, the scene plays out a little differently.

It starts with me patiently waiting in line sort of enjoying that the person ahead of me is buying enough food for a family of 12 because it affords me time to peruse the headlines of such literary gems like People and US Weekly. I calmly begin unloading my basket of goodies (always devoid of FudgeeOs, I’m sad to report) onto the still ultra-cool conveyor belt.

Once I’ve pushed your cart through to the other end the reloading happens. It’s here where I shine with pride in my environmental conservatism by unfurling my reusable bags. I leisurely start loading the first bag carefully packing everything grouping things by weight, size, shape and cupboard space for ease of unpacking at home.

But before I can get the first bag half packed, I always realize with slight panic (you’d think I’d come to expect this by now!) that the conveyor belt I thought was ultra-cool before is now GOING.TO.FAST! OMG it’s shooting food out at you at a pace that is impossible to keep up with. But, it’s not just the lightning speed conveyor belt, it’s the line up of people that has formed behind you. The line up that is not content with US Weekly and Star Magazine. A line up that probably has much better things to do like curing cancer and building rockets.

At this point, careful packing according to colour and smell has been abandoned. By now, I’m recklessly throwing food into bags but the bags are so big that when you sit them on the counter I can barely reach over them so I’m forced to slam dunk the ground beef on top of my heritage tomatoes. Food safety and concerns about squished bread and broken eggs are deserted.

In my head, all I can think is “OMG I’m probably holding up the next Buzz Aldrin. What if he misses the shuttle launch because of me!”

But, it just gets worse. Now, you’re at the point where your food is half packed but the grocery clerk has scanned everything and is not so patiently waiting for you to pay. Now you have to make a decision: do you abandon your packing efforts leaving the romaine hanging dangerously half in-half out of the bag to pay or do you make the clerk wait while you finish packing? There is a lot riding on this decision because that romaine is about to fall to the floor and that clerk is so unimpressed with your multitasking skills that she is snapping her bubblegum and rolling her eyes.

I usually leave the romaine to chance and pay in order to avoid the death stares from the adolescent clerk and Buzz Aldrin behind me.

So you pay and then go back to the packing desperately hoping you’ll be able to transfer the last box of bran flakes into your cart before Buzz’ jumbo can of protein powder starts barreling down that turbo-charged conveyor belt towards you.

The last thing I want is good ole’ Buzz thinking I’m trying to sabotage his space mission by steeling his protein supplements!

From now on, Matt does the grocery shopping. I don’t even care if he insists on buying crunchy peanut butter.*

*A note to Matt: I do actually care if you buy crunchy peanut butter. That shit’s gross.

Best of 2009: New Food

I’m doing the Best of 2009. Check it out and do it with me.

December 12 New food. You’re now in love with Lebanese food and you didn’t even know what it was in January of this year.

This one is really easy for me, but also really embarrassing. You see, I am an incredibly picky eater. It is something that has plagued me all my life and it apparently runs in the family. My sister is a picky eater, probably more so than me, and recently I have unearthed that my dad is a picky eater too, he prefers to stick to the standards like PB&J and roast beef (but not together, that’s gross).

Being a picky eater is a huge challenge that can easily take over your life. Thinking about working lunches and dinner with friends is enough to stress me out. It’s a constant balancing act of eating enough so that you don’t offend anyone and trying desperately not to gag on the Quiche/cannelloni/risotto/curry/baked beans/goat cheese pizza/sandwich with more than 2 toppings/chili/soup (this list could go on for a very long time, I’ll stop here).

The point is, there are a lot of foods I do not like. The other point is, I hate offending people. I hate being the person who makes people think they’re a bad cook because, the reality is, they are probably a GREAT cook. My taste buds are just very primitive.

But, I’m trying. I’m trying really, really hard. Since moving in with the boyfriend, I no longer have a diet of roasted potatoes and pork chops. I’ve expanded the list of ‘food I like’ by a lot and I am increasingly willing to try new things.

There are 2 new foods that have entered my life this year and really made some big changes. The first one is mashed potatoes. I’ve always loved potatoes, but the texture of mashed potatoes always turned me off. I remember being young and watched my sister spit them out on her plate, maybe that has something to do with my aversion to the now staple food in my kitchen (she still doesn’t like mashed potatoes, by the way). I’ve always been able to eat them, but it used to fall into that category of “eat as little as possible and move them around on your plate so it appears you’ve eaten more.” That is until this year. This year I embraced mashed potatoes. I don’t know what changed, but now they are a definite staple in my house.

The other food on my list of ‘new foods’ is equally embarrassing: tomatoes. I’ve always enjoyed tomato sauces and salsa (not a huge fan of ketchup, but I don’t dislike it) but I’ve never actually enjoyed whole tomatoes. If they were in a salad, I would eat around them. If they appeared on my burger, I would brush them off, careful not to let the juicy innards ooze onto the bun. But this year, the Boyfriend convinced me to try them. The first bite was ok. It certainly wasn’t love at first bite. But by the second and third bite, I was sold. Following that discovery I had a toasted tomato sandwich every day for two weeks.

Overall, I’m really proud of my improved eating habits. I know they may seem like incredibly miniscule baby steps towards enjoying more exotic foods like curry and sushi, but to me, they were huge giant leaps; one small step for mankind, one giant leap for Claire.

Hi There!

I'm Claire. I like to write about ridiculous things.

I love chocolate but don't think cheese and cake belong together.

I often wish it was socially acceptable to wear glitter before 10pm.

If you want to chat, email me at clairesuzanne1 at gmail dot com.


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