i've been gone for about a month and returned home late in the evening. the next morning i opened the frig for some breakfast and it was EMPTY. some milk, a few eggs, half a sour cream and condiments was all that was in there. did my g-parenets have a party and use up ALL the food in the house? the pantry is skeletal so i go out to the big freezer in the garage and that's EMPTY too. no wonder my g-pa has been giving me hints to get my fanny to the grocery store! he's starving!

so today i head to Safeway. i just finished buying them out. man, i miss mainland prices. hey, check out Fresh & Easy if you have one near you. WAY better than Whole Foods and cheaper. cheaper than Trader Joe's too.

i usually end my grocery experience in the bread section where i stand there confused on the type of bread to get. you've got 12 grain, 9 grain, seeds, fiber, white, sourdough, sweet, or butter. i usually end up with butter. i always fall for it. hoping against hope that it is buttery but it never is...those ba*tards! i must've looked even more clueless than usual as the bread dude, Ken, took pity on me and my melting ice creams (one for g-pa and one for me, of course). he gave me the scoops on the different grains of bread and the different seeds used on and in the breads. we also talked about when we were kids and the only selections available on island were Love's white or wheat. noticing my melting ice cream on the floor he recommended some breads and suggested that i get my ice cream just before check out. now, being portuguese and all fluster that he noticed my growing puddle, i explain to him that i just follow the layout of the store...otherwise i would've thought it through since i did go to college. and then i booked it out of the bread section. i'm pretty sure i heard Ken snickering.

anywaaaaay...just to satisfy your curiosity, i finally settled on the fiber for the g-parents and a seed Omega-3 wheat for mom and i. let me know if you have any questions for Ken. i'll wear my abaya to ask him your questions so he won't recognize me as that dumb@ss portagee girl with the melting ice cream.