I took this afternoon off, to go to the races with Bill and some friends, but for the first time in about EVER it rained, and then it got muggy. So Bill and I decided to go check out a suburban Mariano’s instead. We’re getting one in our neighborhood, and it seems everyone in the world but us has been to one. And they’re all kinda born-again about them. But what the heck. Let’s take a field trip. At the very least, it is air-conditioned.
Mariano’s is nice. We got the hard-to-find farro that I was after, so that’s good. The bakery was full of children, so we ran away from there. There are a lot of cheeses in the world, and Mariano’s seems to have all of them. That’s cool. And then, the expedition took us into the middle aisles, where all the ethnic food is shelved.
And dontcha know, I lost my husband? But 11-year-old Billy was right there!
“Hee hee hee, look it!”
He was just so tickled by these cans in the “ethnic” British section, I just had to take a photo.
What is it about treacle that makes boys so silly?
ginnygram 