There was no coffee or spinach (and precious little beer) in the house, so today found me stalking the fertile plains of the SoKno Kroger, hunting for the food to sustain my brood. Turns out the Rambo face-paint and compound bow were unnecessary, though, since I ended up with a meat-free cart. Broccoli just ain't all that fast. Or clever. I did accidentally wing an assistant manager I mistook for an injured wildebeest at one point, but I'm fairly certain he'll still be able to assistant manage with his left arm.
The trip was more challenging than usual, if not exactly comparable to bringing down a mammoth with nothing but a wooden spear and mucho grande cojones, because K-Roger decided recently to switch up the layout of the store. Stuff that grows is still on the right and stuff that's frozen is still on the left with the no-man's-land (or at least not this man's land) of diapers, dog food, and patio furniture still in the middle. Everything else, however, was up for grabs. So I did lots of backtracking. My quarry couldn't hide forever, though, and in the end I was victorious.
I'm thinking fish tacos tonight. There's a frozen brick of grouper in the freezer that I've been thinking about for a few weeks. I've never had good luck with fish in the past (except on the grill) but I'm betting a can of chipotle peppers and a stack of corn tortillas that tonight's the night. Oh, and that 22 oz. bottle of New Belgium Mothership Wit should go with it quite nicely.
How's Friday night looking for you?
(And that makes five for five on the posting this week. Kablooie.)