Without forethought or planning I picked up a package and put it into my basket and made my way to the milk and eggs then towards the register. While waiting in line, I was again thinking about the soup, how I would brown the meat, till it was dripping and sizzling, slight brown, but not cooked through. I thought about pealing and cutting up the potatoes and carrots as I lay them on the conveyer belt. Then my hands found the package of bacon and I found it hard to think of anything else. I was so preocupied that I dropped my credit card, while trying to hand it to the girl at the register. She gave me a annoyed teenage look which made me even more flustered, so that it was not until I got the groceries to the car that I remembered that I had just spend four extra dollars on bacon and I was suppose to be on a diet.
I wanted right then and there to go back into the store and hand the bacon back. I could say something like, I forgot I already have some I have not used up yet. Or I still have some in the freezer I forgot. But for some reason I could not. Instead I drove out of the grocery store parking lot and headed home, thinking only of the bacon. Till coming round about a mile from my apartment, I remembered the potatoes and carrots and meat, already to be made into soup. And I was back to planning my dinner as normal.
Still when I got inside my apartment I put the carrots, potatoes, and stew meat away first and left the bacon on the table with the eggs. I had finished putting the rest of the groceries away and had pulled a fry pan out before I realized what I was doing. Of course there was nothing for it, but to forget the soup and just have bacon and eggs for dinner. And it was glorious.
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