Payday, come and gone...

I did my grocery shopping last night after work. I dragged Art along. I hate shopping alone. When I shop alone I have to carry the grocery bags into the house alone. Yep, company is nice and Art doesn't mind. He's an aspiring chef and I've been teaching him everything I know.

Things like how to shop for vinegar.

Have you ever noticed that when people smell vinegar they say 'ewwwwwww!' and draw back in distaste. And yet we buy vinegar and even worse still, we put it in our food.

I have no idea how to shop for vinegar. There's white vinegar and red vinegar. There's apple cider vinegar, rice vinegar, malt and balsamic vinegar. I have a simple method, I pick the prettiest bottle. Balsamic vinegar smells like dirty socks. Balsamic vinegar is one of my secret ingredients in my spaghetti sauce. People love it too, dirty socks and all.

I always shop at my store. Last night I spent almost $200, and still have more shopping to do. I see it as 'recycling my paycheck'. It's a vicious cycle, kind of like a Picasso rendition of 'The Circle Of Life', skewed and bizarre and yet the meaning is clear. I work so I can buy food to feed my family so they can fill up the toilet, making more room in their bellies which I must work to feed again, and again, and again. I literally work for crap!

Talk about bursting the American Dream bubble, how's that for a reality check!

Yet I love my job, I love my family and I love my 'Ragu de Dirty Socks' sauce . Actually a couple tablespoons of basil pesto improves the over all aroma and flavor... it really is quite delicious. Anyhow, perhaps in reality, my reality, the American Dream is working for crap!

(errrrkkkkk! STOP! HALT! HOLD THE PRESSES!)

Miss Rogers, my high school Positive Thinking teacher, would positively beat the snot out of me for suggesting that. This one's for you Miss Rogers, American Dreamin', revised:

I have a job that I love. I have a wonderful family with a healthy appetite and an appreciation for my culinary efforts. I am living my American Dream!

Oh please, I can't do it, that's just way too foofy for me! Truth be told, no matter how you look at it, I'm still working for crap, literally and figuratively speaking. The main thing is, I am working, I love my job, and my family eats well! What more could I dream about?

Hehehehe~ Never mind!