2 rules to live by

  1. Never ask a hungry Italian man how much pasta to cook…and
  2. Never send a hungry, homesick Canadian to do the grocery shopping.

My sister-in-law and her boyfriend came up for a visit this weekend. While everyone was up on the hill trying out new grass cutting machines, I was attempting to rustle up some lunch for 4 people. How I ended up as the chef dejour is a bit mystifying considering that I am the only non-Italian.

Anyways, they obviously figured I couldn’t screw up salad and spaghetti and they were probably too hungry to care all that much. My very thirsty brother-in-law in waiting came down for some water…I innocently asked him if he thought I should cook the entire box of pasta. Sure! he says. It’s now Tuesday and we still have leftover spaghetti in the fridge.

My great escape and grocery shopping trip was a small step into civilization. After all, if I am a resident here shouldn’t I be seen doing normal things like buying food occasionally? I have been hanging out here for quite some time waiting for the Police and I desperately needed to get out of the house even if it was just to buy food.

I must have been subconsciously homesick or something because I came back with hamburgers, hotdogs and a 6 pack of Mars bars. I suppose this was my way of rebelling against the Italian system and all that Italy stands for. Who needs fresh pasta and good wine? I’ve got hotdogs and peanut butter thank you very much! 

And you thought a 44 year old woman writes this blog…I guess I forgot to mention my immature side : )


About lmarmstrong66

I'm a blogger, painter, writer, singer. For the love of all things in nature and creativity.
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5 Responses to 2 rules to live by

  1. ourprivateblog says:

    hot dogs, peanut buttter and mars??? Funny that! Guess what my Canadian husband always manages to sneak into the shopping trolley !!

  2. Elora says:

    Poor Leah! I’m amazed you didn’t come home with more maple syrup!

  3. CarrieLyn says:

    If you were me, this week you’d have been scaveging the aisles for chicken wings. I rarely get North American food cravings here…but I would kill for hot wings at the moment.

    Sad, I know.

    • Ohhhh, I love Buffalo wings! Brings back happy memories growing up across the border from the U.S. Every time I go home my dad takes me “over the river” for “pizza and wings” With suicide sauce, celery sticks and blue cheese of course!

  4. Lynn says:

    hahaha… The peanut butter is a must. I have my mother send me Kraft Peanut butter when I am away from Canada.

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