Monday is my shopping day. I might have mentioned it before….or not. Monday has been my shopping day for 25 years. I like structure in my life.
I like my routine.
Don’t mess with my routine. I know the people at Wally Mart. I go through Janet’s line whenever I can. I am a creature of habit.
OK, enough about my rigidity and oddness. Now back to what I did this morning because I just couldn’t help myself
It is raining today. Normally I love a rainy day (oh, I can hear Eddie Rabbit playing in my head). I love the look and feel of it. I love to be inside, or outside. Whatever. But today I am just beat.
I am wiped out.
I am ready for bed and it is only 1:30p.
I needed something to look forward to. Some bright spot in my day that would make me go…
YES! I can do this. I can get through until I make another cup of the elixir of life later on.
I went to Wally Mart as is the usual Monday thing (see above). I had my list. I was proceeding through my Wally Mart routine. If I need something from the “non-food” side of the store I go there first. Then down to the back and progress my way up from back to front. That is the most efficient way to do it. And I like to be efficient.
I learned that when I was working as a nurse on an oncology unit. You really had to be efficient when you…..
Hmmmm? What? The point of this post?
Oh right. Sorry. The gloominess of the day sort of zorked out my brain for a minute there.
So, I was working off my list. Milk? Check. Eggbeaters? Check. Swiss cheese? Check. Global Thermonuclear War. Check.
Just kidding on that last one. We were watching “War Games” this weekend and I thought I would throw that in.
I was making progress.
And then it happened. I saw it. It was sitting there in the deli aisle in and amongst the cheese and other things. I heard it whisper my name softly.
Seductively.
Longingly.
It was………Braunschweiger (I may have spelled that wrong but who cares). Or as you might also know it….liverwurst.
It makes no sense that I love liverwurst because the thing that it is made out of, liver, is a tool of the devil and should be outlawed. It makes no sense.
I stood there for a moment in total indecision.
Should I get it? That is a really big hunk. I will never eat all of it and if I do then I for sure will die of a heart attack in a week.
No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes……….YES!
I quickly put it in my cart before the bad food police took it from me. I didn’t even look at the fat and calorie label on the side because that takes all the fun out of it. I already know that it isn’t good for me. I don’t need to be reminded about it thankyouverymuch.
I went through Janet’s line. I paid for my hunk of heart attack in a tube. I rushed home and cut a nice piece of crusty bread.
Spread the liverwurst on. Top with slice of sweet pickle.
Please excuse my really horrible looking cuticles and nail. I have been neglecting them. But there are mani/pedi’s in my future. I can hardly wait.
Now back to eating liverwurst.
Oh no . . . liver is good. The Roman anatomist Galen described the liver as "the principal organ of the human body," and important as "the principal instrument of sanguification (making of blood)." How could you vent your spleen by having the gall to describe liver as a "tool of the devil?" Fried liver and onions . . . a meal fit for a king.
ReplyDeleteI haven't had that in a long time. Yum!
ReplyDeleteYou should never, ever ignore the call of liverwurst.
ReplyDeleteLove the stuff and I'm the only one here who does. Tragic. Just tragic.
Yum-o!
ReplyDeleteLiverwurst was one of my cravings when I was pregnant and I still buy one every so often, content in the knowledge that I don't have to share it ('cause no one else ever wanted it--on the other hand, I wasn't going to go on and on about it, because then they'd taste it and then I'd have to hide it)!