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Dear Grocery Shopping While Hungry

13 Aug

Dear Grocery Shopping While Hungry,

You, my friend, are a baaaaaaaaaaaaad idea. You are responsible for the container of tzatziki sauce in my refrigerator. And my spending 20 minutes in the cookie/chips aisle at Whole Foods. I didn’t buy anything.

You know why? Not amazing shows of will power. No. Because I also did this yesterday. And bought chips, and popcorn, and two Theo chocolate bars, which I highly recommend, and two kinds of fresh bread (brioche and sourdough sliced). And Classic Creme cookies, which are Oreos but made by Back to Nature, which means they’re organic. Because Whole Foods doesn’t carry real Oreos. Duh.

Yesterday, it was a legitimate search for dinner which led me down the aisles doing the hungry dance. I ended up with tequila lime salmon burgers (delicious) and the above-mentioned unnecessary items. Also high-quality beautiful local Stumptown coffee, and by local I mean from Sumatra (Gayo Mountain, obviously). Also Wallaby yogurt. And a few other things that I can’t think of at the moment.

Tonight, it was queso fresco. Oh, queso fresco. So queso. So fresco. And after the queso fresco, it was eggs (hey! I needed those!) and corn tortillas— you see, I was making chilaquiles. Which doesn’t quite explain the tzatziki, or the pre-marinated beef ribs, or the can of tomatoes and the onion I bought. And no, those things do not make a meal.

I guess I should clarify when I say above that “I didn’t buy anything,” what I mean is, “I didn’t buy anything from the cookie/chips aisle. Tonight. Because I already did that yesterday.” I still spent 20 minutes in it, my fingers itching to pick something up, my stomach yelling YES, my brain saying sadly, you did this yesterday…you have this, that, and yep, that at home.

Anyone else hungry? I think I’ll go make a snack.

Maybe some queso fresco on popcorn. Ooh.

SWAK,

MM

PS– I’m filing this under Fan Mail. Because that’s what it is. The only problem is that as you grocery shop, you get more hungry, because you’re not eating. Unless you are. Sometimes I eat a banana while I grocery shop, like a 2-year-old, to keep myself from getting cranky and crying in the middle of the produce section because I can’t find a good apple.

But the point is, generally you’re not eating, and you were already hungry, and that makes you (me) indecisive, and so it takes even longer, and you get more hungry, until you get home and eat everything that isn’t meat raw because you can’t be bothered to wait for the pan to heat up. Or you give up entirely and eat toaster waffles. Totally legitimate, by the way. Go for it.

Dear Rainy Seattle Summer Night

10 Aug

Dear Rainy Seattle Summer Night,

Let me preface this by saying that I hope the sunshine returns soon.

This was not taken tonight. But I'm not getting off the couch to get my camera.

This was not taken tonight. But I'm not getting off the couch to get my camera.

Bless rainy Seattle summer nights.

Bless the gray skies, despite my desire for more color on these pages.

Bless spaghetti for lunch and banana-chocolate bread.

Bless turkey on toast for dinner, and second dinner of curry and rice.

Bless an ABC Family Original Movie on my DVR and bless not having to water the plants.

Bless bless bless,

MM

Pssst– Hey sunshine, will you come back tomorrow?

Dear Seattle

21 Nov

Dear Seattle,

Today, you are cold and crisp and bright. Today, a friend made me lunch with the contents of his refrigerator, creating a creamy, soft and cheesy tomato sauce and spaghetti, and his Queen Anne windows looked out over the meeting of Lake Union and Lake Washington. We could see parts of University of Washington, and parts of the Cascades, and parts of downtown, and parts of trees losing their leaves. His Queen Anne roommate wore a plaid shirt and played the guitar as I did the dishes, and I had a chocolate for dessert.

Today, Seattle, I went to Bauhaus, an old bookstore turned into a coffeeshop, and they have good coffee, and Top Pot doughnuts, and floor-to ceiling windows. I was meeting a new friend, for the purpose of confirming that there were reasons we couldn’t stop talking the first time we met each other, and we sat for hours. I can see the Space Needle, and we traded names and poems and books and places to drink coffee. We sat at the intersection of HipsterVille and YuppieTown, and it got dark. The man in a sparkly leopard print cardigan leaned across the table towards his boyfriend in a white prep-school pullover (two stripes across the left arm) and the one at the next table over eavesdropped when I mentioned authors. I couldn’t turn around without meeting someone’s eyes, and no one looked away. The lights changed and the bus numbers stayed the same. A pit bull came in and stayed for a while. I could look down from the second-floor loft and see into the pastry case.

That’s really all it takes.

Love,

MM

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