No Whining Allowed

I  asked Honey last night if he had any idea what I should post about. He was not helpful. He was watching some dumb baseball game. The World Series, or something like that.

Last week, I had a ton of ideas, but I had no time. This week, I have a bit more time and I am wishing that I had written some of those sparkling beauties down. My memory is faulty. To say the least.

I offer you an example.

Just today, I went to Sam’s Club. Because we were out of cream and cheese.  I do remember the important things. I bought a few other staples, broasted chickens, lemon juice, kosher salt and apples. Only to return home and have Mousey ask, what do I do with all that lemon juice? Honey chimed in about the salt and apples.

The cooking show that we have been watching this year is called “Secrets of a Restaurant Chef” and Chef Anne Burrell is a fan of the kosher salt. Honey kept saying that we should try the kosher salt. Is kosher salt any different than regular salt? I do not know. So I bought him some. I said Honey, I bought you a little treat!  Evidently I said the exact same thing when I brought home the last kosher salt. 

I put the new kosher salt in the pantry next to the old kosher salt.

It taxes my brain to remember these things. On these types of days, I wish I could just do this.

Well, it’s not much of a post, but it’s all I can remember.