Cranky might start his own blog, so I'm giving him a test run here. He's not mad, and not even so cranky, but he definitely eats. Truth is, he does most of the cooking, too.
Me here, Cranky. First, allow me to say one thing: Hooray, it's mayonnaise season.
The sun finally came out here in Northern California, and I unfolded the deck chairs and unscrewed the top of the mayonnaise jar. It was time for the first avocado and mayonnaise sandwich of spring. Of course, it was Best Foods brand, none of that precious, homemade Cuisinarty mayo for me. I like the jar stuff because it reminds me of spring and summer when I was a lad and all it took to qualify as a gourmet was not buying Miracle Whip.
Ah, spring, and I'm entering my own personal fall, if not winter. Here's how I learned that.
Shortly after I took early retirement, I started shopping at Longs, a discount drug store that also sells any foodstuff with a shelf life longer than than those likely to buy it. Seeing in the paper that Best Foods mayo and Chicken of the Sea were marked way down, I headed for Longs as soon as it opened on the first day of the sale. The scene inside was AARP meets NASCAR, with grayhairs banging shopping carts to get to the mayo and tuna.
Ten minutes into the sale, and the mayo was all gone. It dawned on me that old people live on mayo and tuna. My own sunset also dawned on me. After ramming two grannies to get the last four cans of tuna, I managed to escape with what's left of my life, and congratulate myself for being able to buy mayo at full price. It's worth it, if you can afford the avocado. Screw the tuna, avocado is easier on the gums.
Back over to you, Cookie. I'm all blogged down.