It's been a busy few days for me. Work has been hectic, and there has been a lot of family activity to keep up with. It felt like last weekend came and went without much notice. The weather was extremely hot, making us want to burrow inside our cave where it was cool.
On Saturday we did venture out in the blistering sun to Costco. Now, you're going to scoff and say that the romance has gone out of our lives. But I say no - it's just evolved... L and I had completely cleaned out and organized the pantry. We found things we had no idea we had! A can of corn from 1988. A can of garbanzo beans of roughly the same vintage. A can of condensed milk so old I didn't even want to think about it. I can't imagine what I'd ever bought them for, but they obviously came with me when I moved to our current house in 1993. L was not even a gleam in my eye back then, and was doubtless off working through his own life struggles. I couldn't believe that some of those cans were so prehistoric - horrified was more like it - and vowed to do a better job of rotating foodstuffs in and out. To never again overlook those dark corners where old food goes to fester and die.
While we sifted through cans and boxes of food both old and new, we came across an unopened box of baby rice cereal left by Katie on her first visit with Mia (who is now 6). There was an old box of macaroni and cheese, bought in case one of the grandkids wanted it while they were here. Yes, even a pantry built into a weird space underneath the stairs can hold memories. Food memories. Old paper plates from someone's birthday, along with random red plastic cups leftover from a Christmas gathering. Luckily L was there with me, keeping me on task. And when we'd finished organizing, old items were discarded and there was more room. Tomato products were stacked together. Soups were rediscovered and stacked in their own section. We found that we must love clam chowder because we had a lot of cans of that. Tuna, coconut milk, spaghetti sauce, cold cereal, and pasta - each found a designated space and the order was beautiful to look at. I was almost inspired to poetry. Almost.
We took stock of what we had, and what we were low on, and headed to Costco. As we parked the car, I think L and I had the same thought simultaneously. I started thinking of Costco hot dogs just as he turned to me and said "Want a hot dog?" We're a match made in heaven, that's what we are. Soul mates.
So before shopping, before trekking through the giant warehouse of food and Saturday samples we ordered two all beef dogs and 2 Diet Cokes. We loaded the dogs up with ketchup, mustard and relish, and filled our cups with icy cold soda. And then we sat side by side on a bench hugging the building - the only place in the shade - and ate our hot dogs and drank our sodas, and watched a lady who was hugging two puppies. She told someone they were half pug and half chihuahua, and I was glad they weren't mine, poor ugly little things. We watched all kinds of people milling about with their carts full of food and a wide variety of other things from paper to TVs, loading them into their cars and taking them home.
I was glad to be sitting next to L eating the best hot dog I've had in awhile (seriously - Costco has great hot dogs!), enjoying sitting shoulder to shoulder with my sweetie beating the heat. Such a simple pleasure, but those are always the best.