It has come to my attention that some readers may have misinterpreted my post about Pete and grocery lists as a slam against my husband, when really it was intended to poke fun at both of us.  Since it was published, though, I realized that I forgot to describe an important intermediate step that he went through while learning to reclaim the power of the grocery list.

I call this one “I remembered to stop by the store and buy more milk, and I picked up some Doritos, too!”.  It is pretty self-explanatory.  And it’s definitely a relic of the days when we’d do our once-a-week grocery runs, which would involve picking up some ice cream or chips or candy as a treat along with our cart full of otherwise relatively nutritious ingredients.  Now that we shop more often, though, it means that the chips have not-so-mysteriously remained in the mental picture, even when there’s only one other item to get.  Hence, he’ll step through the door with a proud, “I bought some eggs… and I picked up some Fritos!”.  Or, “I got another loaf of bread… and Kettle Chips!“.  The enthusiasm is charming, but it’s making me realize that — since we’ll actually be at home weekday nights until January, as we’re taking a break from our respective French classes — I need to pick up some stuff for a salad or a stir fry like today.

But after spending all day yesterday typing up some formidable instructions from my advisor for dissertation revisions and reading some particularly soppy eighteenth-century prose, I felt like doing some baking, and Pete felt like doing some eating.  I sent him over to the store with my change container (holding a whole $4.89 — have I told you how much I love Canada’s $1 and $2 coins?) to buy a bag of mini-marshmallows while I assembled the ingredients for some Rice Krispie Treats.

Unfortunately, I under-browned the butter — I was doing it in a dark-bottomed pan, and couldn’t really see what was going on, and got skittish about burning it — so we had the makings of a pan of some good Krispie Treats, but not the great Krispie Treats that could have been.  Which is why it was so fortunate that Pete had just come back from the store: “I found the marshmallows… and I got some Nutella to spread on them!”.  Really, he’s good.

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