I did a big Costco run with the parents last Friday night (why, yes, I am indeed that cool and obvs. have many, many exciting things to do on my weekend nights) and we stocked up on lots of yummy treats. One of the nice things about being home is that there are four of us to eat things so shopping in bulk is practical in a way that it never was for me living alone. I used to buy things like water at Costco (I do heart Costco. The one in DC, although located conveniently 5 minutes from my apartment, was always crazy busy and crowded – usually with restauranteurs – but the one here is quite nice), but never really took complete advantage of bulk buying because I just can’t eat that much in a reasonable time period.

So anyway, we bought tons of fish and fruit and good stuff, including a big pack of Chobanis, which I was excited to try since the price was great and they seem pretty popular on the food blog circuit. I absolutely adore Fage and, when given the opportunity, purchase the peach individual-serving. Considering that I am currently on a bar-studying budget (i.e. am essentially broke), the Chobani deal was too good to pass up. Unfortunately, I’m not a huge fan. The Chobani seems pretty thin and lacks the heft of the Fage. The flavor is also not as distinct as the Fage – if I didn’t know that the Chobani was Greek yogurt, I would just think it was regular plain old yogurt. And the fruit is just not as nice as the Fage fruit. I am a wee bit disappointed.

But ANYWAY, now that I’ve digressed into a Greek yogurt comparison, that is not the point of this post. What I really wanted to tell you about was dinner tonight. One of the other purchases at Costco was a bag of edamame, which the Madre wanted to try and she suggested that we have some with dinner last night. Everyone enjoyed them, but the Madre thought it was way too much work. Why, you might ask, considering that she just had to dump the pods into a pot of boiling water, cook them for 4-5 min, drain, salt, and serve?

Because she shelled them. 

I tried explaining that we could have just eaten them as they were, but she thought that the pods looked gross and that no one would want to put them in their mouths. Clearly we will have to work on this.

It is good to be home 🙂

So you know when you walk by an A&F store* and you are accosted by a heavy wave of A&F signature scent wafting out the doors?

Right. That is my house right now. 

The Madre and I were downstairs in the family room watching Law and Order studying (Whatever. It was totally educational and relevant to the Bar.Bri crim law/pro. lectures of the last 2 days), when we noticed that suddenly the room smelled suspiciously like Axe body spray. Seeing as the Bro had left for the evening and was not, say, sitting right next to us or anything, we investigated, following the scent upstairs. Judging by the fact that the scentt grew stronger and stronger as we made our way to Ground Zero (the bathroom the Bro and I share), we suspected that he had to have broken a bottle or spilled or something. He could not just be wearing the contents of said bottle. Right?

There was no spill. Clearly, an intervention is necessary. 

*If you actually go into said store, you have a much less sensitive nose than I do   are a teenager are a stronger person than I am. Although I did, once upon a time in my youth, actually SHOP there, clearly I have fully succumbed to old age since I cannot even walk by the store now (in an open-air shopping center no less) without feeling slightly nauseous due to the fact that seem to pour bottles upon bottles of their signature scent into their air circulation systems.

We have had terrible thunderstorms on and off here for the last few days. Normally, I would be a little upset about this since one of the lovely things about moving home was access to my parents’ pool and, by extension, lots of sunbathing and a golden glow. However, every year for Mother’s Day we get my mom lots of flowers and other plants and last Friday we planted everything. Guess who got nominated to give everything a good soaking every day for a week so the new additions could get settled in and put down nice, strong roots? That would be me. Guess who has been off the hook for the last few days because of aforementioned torrential downpours? Me again. It’s great.

I leave you with a picture of someone who is not enjoying said thunderstorms. This is a picture from Easter because thunderstorms generally find him hiding in a box or under a bed somewhere and those pictures aren’t nearly as cute. 

catOne of my parents’ three adorable cats – he would be extremely happy if these thunderstorms with their evil thunder and lightening would just go away permanently, thankyouverymuch.