The Sauce that Binds
Ok, I’ll admit, it’s a lame mother daughter outing. But we can’t all do mani/pedi’s on a weekly basis, this would have to do. She was in a pissy mood to begin with, but I wasn’t going to let that deter me from being with her. So, with our list out and gi-normous shopping cart in hand, we ventured into the chasm of Costco.
I am always amazed at what one can find at these kinds of stores. Pork loins the size of Volkswagons and barrels of caramel corn that you could hide a small child inside lurk around every corner. I had hoped that some of this might snap Hannah out of her huff and back into her old pleasant self, but nothing seemed to be working. I had just about given up when we turned the corner.
We were snipping at each other over something small, despite my best efforts at remaining ScreamFree. I wasn’t paying very much attention to where I was going and our cart was veering to the right ever so slightly as I pushed it. Suddenly, our cart slammed into a disply at the end of our aisle. It made an enormous crash and the whole, huge stack of boxes started to sway. It happened in slow motion and as we sat back in anticipation of a crash, we both simultaneously noticed what we had hit.
It was a 10 foot tall stack of boxes plastered with this guy’s face on it. Thankfully, the tower of teriyaki did not tumble, but we got plenty of looks anyway as we both fell to the floor laughing.
The ice between us was broken by our friend Mr. Yoshida and to commemorate the event, I bought a gallon of marinade. Now, whenever something small (i.e. hormonal meltdowns) gets in the way of us having fun, I just might whip up a batch of stir fry and lighten up a bit.