It’s Friday. Huzzah.
Listening to Nirvana’s In Utero, a kind of underrated record if you ask me. I think when it came out I had already decided Nirvana was passe, being all cool and hip and sixteen and driving. I bought the cassette, probably from good old Omni music in the mall (where just a few years later I’d be assistant manager), and listened to it in my read Nissan Sentra. Aww crap, now you guys can verify you’re really me when logging into my bank account. You just need to know what highschool I went to and where my dad was born.
Sharaun bought this little baggie of candied pecans from the bulk section at the local supermarket. She put them into a salad with dried cranberries and some raspberry vinaigrette dressing. Normally I would turn up my nose at such a sweet, feminine concoction. Who can expect a man to eat something like this? Fruit and nuts to complement a salad? No thanks. But I tell you internet, that salad was delicious. And those candied pecans? Those were the icing on the cake. The bulk aisle done good.
Speaking of the bulk aisle, that place is awesome. Bulk anything. Why buy anything in packaging anymore? Fill a plastic bag with flour or dogfood or steel-cut-oats or trail mix or candy. Heck they even have bulk honey. No, I’m serious. You know those white beehive-box things you see in fields? Like the picture accompanying this post. They have a row of those very things right there in the store, with freakin’ taps on them. Three kinds, clover honey and some other stuff I can’t remember. You walk right up to these beehives, twist the lever on the tap, and out flows a slow stream of awesome honey.
I was marveling over these things on a rare joint-shopping trip with Sharaun when I noticed large signs posted on each: “Warning – Do Not Lift Lid. Live Bees Inside.” Wait… what? The bees are actually in the thing making honey? Right there inside the store? I had to ask Sharaun, “Hey babe, do you think there are really bees in there?!” “Of course,” she answered, as if it were obvious, “It says so right on the sign.” Still though, I was tempted to not buy it… I mean there were no locks or straps or catches or anything on those wooden lids. From what I could tell I could’ve just lifted one up and been attacked by a hivefull of bees. Seems like a liability. I thought it must be for the effect… because… live bees in the grocery store? (I’m not the only one.)
Write some kind of witty wrap-up here. Goodnight.