@Frank Apisa,
I understand.. for most of my life girl friends and I just say where we'll meet up as it saves much aggravation and if we find some wonderful display of whatsits, we can report when we run across each other. I usually did the grocery shopping in my married years, though he wasn't bad at it and did it sometimes - but we enjoyed walking a shopping street once in a while and he liked buying clothes too. There was a place called Saks Fifth Off that had neat stuff and good bargains, and that was fun. I'm a pretty fast shopper, but I often enjoy a shopping atmosphere (I like things and watching people) and don't mind waiting... usually. But serious slow pokes could get me down.
I wish a lot of places had more benches as a matter of design, for a lot of reasons, including that sometimes people need them to rest (thinking of friend Harvey laboring at the Getty Museum), and sometimes people need to wait for a slow poke (or avid looker) - but as a former site designer I know the whys.
However, today I am having a small waterloo in the kitchen. I've made dog breakfast and my breakfast. I've made doggy treats. I've parboiled turnip greens for a kind of mediterranean turnip tomato ital sausage soup; I've cooked down and jarred that broth, but not started the soup. I'm about to pull out the package of ground turkey to make my version of turkey burger patties while I wait for the french rolls/burger buns to do the first rise... somewhere in there I made myself a salad. Washed dishes, yadda yadda.
I'm already having some Chianti (don't ask the brand, the cheap stuff) and there's not much of it in the bottle so that when I get to this stupid wet sticky shitty dough for the second kneading I will be up to my elbows in clinging dough (no, I don't have a kitchen aid mixer) and left to get along on fruit juice and ice cubes.
Maybe Cafe 101 can virtually help.
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