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Greetings from the Ridge.
It was a big grocery day for me. Four small bags. I realize that for some harried mothers only four sacks of groceries would hardly be worth a trip to the store, but Herb and I are light buyers, foolishly spending more fuel to get to the store than on the groceries themselves. Blame it on dementia. By the time I get there I’ve forgotten why I came and I’ve lost my list. But last week I thought I’d cut out an extra trip to town and stopped to shop at a new grocery store. There weren’t many cars in the parking lot so I pulled in to grab a few things and try out the store’s deli. When I went to check out I saw I had yes sir, yes sir, four bags full. The fellow sacking my goods seemed uninterested at best, but we can all have bad days. It wasn’t until I got home that I found he’d sacked the hot chicken and noodles with the chocolate chip cookies, the top had blasted off the soup and I was treated to the sight of broth-soaked chocolate chips. I tried to pass it off to Herb as a new type of sweet casserole but even my husband’s fractured taste buds smelled a rat... or rather a noodle.