It’s me. The end.

If there was ever a moment that could define my nerdy side, it would probably be last night’s trip to the grocery store.  When I kind of jumped up and down with giddiness for the fact that the grocery store had capers.  And Brad told me there was a person standing behind me.  And I promptly didn’t care.

Not that I know what capers are, or that I will ever even use them.  Just the fact that they were there in a jar by the olives made me pee-in-my-pants happy.  And that’s a lot of happiness.  Especially after a double coconut mocha.

Anyhoo…

I’m not kidding you when I tell you that this cooking thing has sort of taken over my life.  Brad and I bought some vegetables for our stir fry last night, and I’m buying snow peas of all things.  Ask me how many times I’ve bought snow peas in my life.

Yeah.  That be right.  Never.

So after the snow peas, we go and fondle the cuts of beef.  Ooooh, this one is pretty.  Look how red and bloody this one is.  Brad tells me not to poke the meat because that will make it turn brown.  I have no clue why he knows this or if it’s even true, but nonetheless, it is slightly verging on weird now that I think about it.

Then it was the International Foods aisle.  All I have to say is them Koshers eat some freaky-ass food.  Gefilte fish?  What the sam hell is that?  Brad thinks it is salmon in a jar.  I think not.

And finally … the only spot in the grocery store where it should be mandatory to provide shoppers with chairs … the SPICE aisle.  I could stay there all day, I’m telling you.  The chicken rubs, the gourmet bottles of fennel seed, debating the difference between garlic salt and garlic powder.  It was like heaven.  And I swear, if Sea Salt were a man, we’d be in a room by now.

Er … a kitchen room.  You know, making stuff.

So yeah, Brad and I had a good time and spent wayyyyy too long browsing and ended up not even eating dinner til 9pm.  And then it turned out that the garlic stir fry was only a 7 out of 10.  Ehh.  Can’t win em all I guess.

But tonight is beef burritos and tamale casserole.  I can’t see one way how this could turn out anything but fabulous.  I will tell you tomorrow.

(Because you will want to know.)

Toodles, my friends!  And thanks for the welcome back.  Lorraine, you are the best stalker ever.  Love you mucho.

We’s workin’ now!  It’s suddenly a very good day.

Okay, real quick update cuz I gotta work, and that is so unlike me.  Read this:

1.  Brad and I are shacking up.  In a real house.  With furniture and dishes and everything.  Pros … sending him to the kitchen to make me a dadgum sammich.  Cons … driving across the country just to get to work.  Guess that walking across the street thing I’d been doing had to eventually come to an end.  Alas.

2.  I’m cooking.  And liking it.  This goes against everything I’ve ever held dear.  I was die-hard frozen food-slash-meal in a box, and now … well, let’s just say me and Rachael Ray … we’s best friends.

I didn’t sell out, though, as hard as that may be to believe.  I just felt it was time to grow up and be responsible and feed my humans.  Girl cannot live on Taco Bell alone.  (Well, she could but she be fat or dead by now … and then that defeats the purpose.)  And then once I started, and then promptly began obsessing about it like all my other hobbies, it’s sort of became my thing.

So, please.  Don’t be throwing wet noodles at me.  Unless you want me to make you a pasta.

Ummm, yeah.  That be it on the update front.  Good thing I took a 5 month break or you’d be wondering what the hell’s gone wrong with my posts.  You know, seeing that there’d be nothing in them and all.

Hope to see you all in here soon.  You probably don’t want me in here blogging to myself.  Cuz I’m pretty sure that’s how crazy starts.

I swear this better work.  I’m so sick of the Net Nanny.  She makes me wanna vom.

So here I am at WordPress, trying my hand at a new blog (albeit with the original posts minus the pictures … I’ll work on that later).  Since Net Nanny robbed me of my Blogspot pleasures, I have searched for another home where I could import my blog and do it for free.

And then start anew.

We shall see how that turns out.  I’m clicking “publish.”  Wish me luck.