When Presented with a Choice, My Italian heritage is always going for the bread!

I bought kale and bananas and raspberries and blueberries and fennel and walnuts and avocados and skinless boneless chicken breasts and clementines….and hot out of the bakery oven, a loaf of seeded Italian bread. Crusty on the outside. Creamy and rich on the inside.

Clementines?? Who needs stinkin’ healthy clementines when there’s bread. and OMG, it is soooooooooooooooo good. Don’t ask how I ate it, I mean don’t ask what I put ON it. I’m not telling. Ever. But just saying that it’s a good thing I didn’t have a blood test scheduled for this afternoon!  [And she wonders why she hasn’t lost weight???]
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I didn’t leave Dawg out when shopping…
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And others will be happy by my shopping choices too…..
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The sky got very dark in the last hour, dark as in snow is coming and the temps changed dramatically too.

But I’m ready if it does snow! Wine. Dawg. Bread. Clementines. Kale!

As I pulled out of my supermarket parking space, the person directly opposite me was doing the same. I could see her back up lights on. I let her go. Then within two seconds, the person next to her backed out. So I let her go too. Then the cart-gathering guy went right behind me so I let him go then an older woman going back to her car went behind me and I let her go too. I’m surprised the frozen peas are still frozen. But I’d love to do the math and run the odds because I’d say eight out of ten times I back out of any lot, someone opposite or next to me is doing the same. You math geeks, figure it out.

13 thoughts on “When Presented with a Choice, My Italian heritage is always going for the bread!

  1. Damn, missed it again……I’m marking my calendar for next year
    But going to try to catch up December 2016 for this year

    Beaujolais Nouveau Day – Nov 16, 2017
    Beaujolais Nouveau Day is marked in France on the third Thursday in November with fireworks, music and festivals. Under French law, the wine is released at 12:01 a.m., just weeks after the wine’s grapes have been harvested. Parties are held throughout the country and further afield to celebrate the first wine of the season.

  2. When my husband & I were living on our boat we brought a bread maker along. It worked on a timer so EVERY morning we woke up to the smell of fresh, warm bread. Really good butter was very cheap in the Bahamas so naturally we got bigger & fatter be the day. Heaven!

    1. Really? I’d think there’d be a few good Italian bakeries in town. Once, for a fleeting moment, I thought about buying a bread maker. Talk about never losing weight ever again. I have such fond memories of my grandfather bringing home two loaves of the seeded Italian bread every day. He’d pull chunks off the ends and dunk it in his coffee. There’s something so incredible about good bread.
      Next time I fly out to visit, I’ll bring good New York bread.

  3. Bread is tough. Take the potatos, take the pasta…but bread is so good–crusty European, not sliced, ch Micah stuff. Both boys are at choir tonight so hubs and I had our first date in a long time! He is picking them up now…but we enjoyed various delicious cheeses, olives, prosciutto and salami, along with left over chutney and some arugula. I had the lions share of a bottle of champagne, so am a bit woozy, but very happy!🍾 #destinedtobefat (my first ever hashtag!!)🤗

    1. Date night. That’s such fun when you have kids who keep you so busy.
      What you ate would be my dream meal. I adore olives (not the canned black olives) but real deal cured olives, green and black. Mmmmmm.
      Happy is good. Loved the hashtag!! 😀😀

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