November 15, 2006

I have no idea.

Why did my wife take Jonathan and Catherine with her to Target last night?

She was ostensibly going to pick up some groceries for supper, but it never fails that she gets stuff that has been valued-up by all the people who think the public craves meat packed in tiny little pieces in a giant designer plastic tray with a twee logo and precious detailing and a price that borders on insanity.

Well, I guess some people DO buy that stuff, but I've never been one to care whether or not the store has Michael Graves-designed nose hair trimmers or not, and I'd rather not pay for all that preciousness when it comes down to time to buy foodstuffs.

But, sure enough, she got a bunch of stuff that had it been purchased elsewhere would have been less expensive and of equal quality (although admittedly not with the admixture of sullen red-n-khaki wearin' groovers who think they're too cool to work at Food World).

And she got sushi.


I don't know.

I also don't know why she got so danged much of it--only three of us will eat it; Jonathan, Catherine, and I. And then there's the whole deal of the fact that we're just not trendy eaters. I've mentioned I'm a food rube before. I mean, I appreciate fine food and all, and know how to use all the fancy implements, and what goes with what, but I don't go out of my way to seek out exotica and revel in it and wallow in it and attempt to cipher all the nuances of viney undertones of various fungi and ocelot spleens.

And then we go back to that thing of buying exotic stuff, and then buying it at someplace that seems to think it's REALLY exotic, and that people should pay mightily through every orifice for it. And eat it with Philippe Starck-designed chopsticks. Sure, it might not be something I eat every day, but it's not like you can't find such fare around here. For a lot less money.

But she got six trays of it, and each tray was enough to feed a person. Sure, it would probably keep an extra day or two, but I know I don't want to eat sushi more than a couple of days old, which means that even after Boy and Tiny Terror and I had a giant repast fit for a sumo wrestling club, there was STILL a bunch of it left over.

So guess what I have for lunch today.

I sure wish she'd just gone to Winn Dixie.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at November 15, 2006 10:24 AM

See why I go food shopping at Radio Shack?

Posted by: skinnydan at November 15, 2006 01:47 PM

Could also explain the "skinny" part of Skinnydan.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at November 15, 2006 01:51 PM

Leftover sushi? You can go fishing! After all, you've got bait...

Posted by: Nate at November 15, 2006 02:22 PM

Not anymore I don't.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at November 15, 2006 02:38 PM

I has leftover sushi on Monday for lunch - EXACTLY the same situation: we bought too much Sunday night.

Posted by: kitchen hand at November 15, 2006 11:50 PM

But did you pay too much for it?

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at November 16, 2006 08:09 AM