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Bloggy Blog #25


     On a casual jaunt to the local grocery store for items I probably don't need as much as I want, I came across a startling discovery.


Within the empty trenches of a recently-obtained hand basket, I caught glimpse of the above grocery list. This is important! Or, was important at one time or another. They seem like critical items, almost hastily composed. Let's analyze the list, in order -

Raisins - this seems so out of place here. The fact it is listed on top of the first item on the first line suggests to me it was a last-minute add. Fuck, I need raisins! And this folded paper is too small to fit it in!

2lbs ground beef - Two pounds! That's a lot. Well, not really. They must be feeding more than one person. And what kind of ground beef? 90% fat free? All the fats? It's not quite specific, meaning whomever wrote it likely doesn't give a shit.

12 peppers - Twelve! They had better be making this right away, because twelve peppers take up a lot of space. Whether on counters, or if we're at my parent's apartment, ziplocked in the fridge.

32oz tomatoE fav (sic) - Yeah, they put an E there. And I can't make out what the second word is, so I typed fav. Which totally makes sense.

Clove garlic - I feel like we say this with the words reversed, but maybe that's just me. And I guess with all the gobs of food they're preparing (or likely already prepared by now), they just need one of these.

Large yellow onion - Nice. I prefer red onions, but to each their own. One large onion can do a lot of delicious damage.

Carolina white rice - Not just any white rice, but a specific brand. This brand is owned by a company based out of Allentown, Pennsylvania. You can like them on Facebook!

Mozzerala (sic) - This threw me for a loop much more than the raisins. Here it seems with the ingredients, they're probably whipping up something Hispanic in cuisine. But then blammo, here's some Italian cheese! The other real kicker here is that every ingredient was composed in blue ink, but Mozzarella is in black ink. Do they carry around two pens?

In conclusion, I do hope they were able to successfully procure all of the items on this list. Especially if they were to combine it all into a batch of...something. I mean who doesn't like cheesy raisins & garlic?

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