There are moments in my life when I get so frustrated with myself I want to scream.
Yesterday, when I left one of my two bags of groceries at the Trader Joe's 25 minutes away from my house, was one of those moments.
In my defense, I bought about 12 items, and for some reason the lovely cashier (who was playing 20 questions and distracted me) decided to separate them into TWO bags, when normally they try to shove as many things into one bag as possible. I was so proud of myself for bringing one bag and busy filling out the raffle ticket for bringing my own one bag (while answering 20 questions) that I walked out the door and didn't think about the lightness in my hand of my one bag.
Once I discovered my mistake and finished stomping my feet around my kitchen (literally), I relaxed and realized the bag I left didn't contain any essential items for dinner (we had Courtney and Eric over last night). I made my own cocktail sauce for the shrimp cocktail appetizer (ketchup plus loads of horseradish and a little lemon juice) and had to use Canola oil instead of olive oil, and everything was fine.
I totally circled everything on my receipt that I left. I plan on going there today and begging for some olive oil. Wish me luck.
Breakfast - granola (with way too much dried fruit that I picked out) plus Greek yogurt, a beautiful peach, and some mango jam from vacay.
Lunch - cottage cheese, grapes, and strawberries with a granola bar and carrots for a snack.
Unfortunately, that reusable bag didn't get rinsed out all the way in the washing machine and my carrots tasted like soap, so I had to throw them out.
I made pork, onions, and mushrooms for dinner with roasted sweet potatoes as a side. Below is a beautiful picture of the leftovers.
Courtney brought caramel apples for dessert. I wanted to tip that tub of caramel up to my mouth and drink it.
I was in heaven.