Mister Spinster and I have two very different ways of menu planning, grocery shopping, and fridge stocking. He's more of a "stand in front of the open door and see what still looks good" kind of guy, and I'm more of a "let's try to make this look like a spread in Martha Stewart Living" girl.
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So we headed to the Martin's...armed with my menu plan and lists and coupons and came home with enough stuff to get us through the next several weeks, if not the entire summer. Then, after Mister S carted everything upstairs and headed to the pool, I channelled my inner Ina and putzed for almost two full hours:
I made a fruit salad, a pasta salad, a Greek salad, deviled eggs, and tiny little ham and turkey sandwiches on cocktail rye bread. We've also got burgers on English muffins, Italian sausage sandwiches with peppers and onions, and baby back ribs all ready for the grill, with corn on the cob and brownies for dessert.
The freezer is full of frozen berries for smoothies, bagels, buns, and enough chicken to feed an army, and the pantry has crackers and chips and pretzels and chips for snacking till doomsday.
Silly, I know, but I think my honeybuns is missing the shore terribly this weekend, so I wanted to try to make it nice for him. Anybody who has ever lived by the ocean will tell you that there's just nothing like beach life, and despite a pretty day and a swimming pool, I think he's homesick.
Now it's time for me to shower and change. I can't seem to stop sweating today, so methinks I am really feeling the effects of heat/humidity and dialysis, or I've just stepped from the vestibule to the parlor of menopausal hell.
It's just not easy being me.
Stitching and movies this evening...I promse! Hope your day is swell!