(Background info: Bob loves peanut butter. He used to live entirely on peanut butter - more or less. His favorite desserts all involve peanut butter.)
Still breathing okay, S.A.M.? (she's allergic)
Sunday night Bob asked me to make "no bake cookies," which in our house goes like this:
Melt 4 T butter in saucepan. Add 2 heaping spoonfuls of cocoa (Dutched, if you have it) and stir til smooth. Add 2/3 c sugar and 1/4 c milk. Stir constantly over med-hi heat to a rolling boil. Boil and stir 1 minute, remove from heat. Add 1 1/2 c old fashioned oats (rolled oats, not the instant kind) and about 3/4 c peanut butter. Divide into 2 bowls and eat hot. (I like a glass of milk with mine.) In theory you can dole this out by the spoonful onto foil, let cool; peel and eat. But why eat it cold and hard when you can eat it hot and goey?
So anyway (yes, this train has a caboose!) I went into the kitchen and suddenly realized we were out of peanut butter. AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I looked in all the cabinets twice. When I told Bob it was more of a confession than a simple fact. He pretended to be mad, but I think he meant it a little. ;-) Anyway, we decided on microwave choc pudding.
So, Monday after lunch I went to the BX for a cookie sheet (I just wanted something cheap to use under the broiler), and then on to the commissary. We got two carts and put Ella in one seat and William in the other, and Cedwryck in the back of one. The backpack went in the back of the other, and my reusable shopping bags went underneath. First things first this time, instead of following the expected route which goes first to the produce and ends up with a lot of squished stuff. In the back of the building, part of the warehouse houses the "case-lot sale." They had diapers, so I got 4 boxes. Sparing some detail here, I tried to get the heavy and bulky things first, then the cold and fragile things. Riah lasted about 10 minutes and had to be put in the back of the other cart. They thought it was fun to sit on the toilet paper.
Then William got fussy, so we headed to the cafe area where I sat and nursed William while the children used the toilets. The girls went in, came out for toilet paper, did their thing, got Ella and changed her, and the boys were still in there. SO I closed my eyes, opened the men's room door and yelled at them to come out. They were both dampish, and Ced started complaining that he hadn't "gone" yet. Whatever.
William was asleep in my arms, so Taryn pushed one cart, Naysha pushed the other, and Riah walked with e to get things off the shelves and put into the carts. It worked for a little while, but then Naysha ran into a cardboard display thing and dumped chili seasoning all across the isle. So we did the honorable thing and put it all back as it was.
One lady stopped and told me she'd seen us around base and had determined to tell me, next time she saw me, that we had a beautiful family.
One man stopped and asked if I was Pentecostal. I said, "Yeah, you could say that." So he asked where we went to church and recommended one for us to try.
We finally made it out, without my losing my temper. Though I got close when I saw the empty poultry case. There was a sign saying the next shipment was due Monday, or try the frozen section. It was wiped out, too. And as someone else pointed out, Today was Monday. So is it a whole week till they get more chicken?
WHen I got home (at 2:30) and unpacked the groceries, I realized that I forgot the peanut butter. I called Bob and he said this was the worst thing I'd ever done. He stopped on his way home and got a jar.
Today after dinner we heard Riah playing in the other room, and he said, "You forgot the peanut butter! ptshew (sound of a weapon firing)"
Bob and I both just laughed and laughed. Taryn thought we saw something funny on the computer.