Picture this. A man wandering through WalMart. A glazed look in his eyes. Stumbling around trying to find the wonder ingredient hawked by the sample lady on his last visit. A simple formula for fantastic guacamole. He turns a corner, and there she is! Setting up her sample booth. Preparing to share her culinary cunning with another lucky customer. The man rushes up and asks, "Are you the guacamole lady? What was the secret ingredient you were selling last time?" She replies, "Rotel. End of aisle 7. Top right." The man rushes down the aisle. There it is! He also grabs four avocados. In less than three minutes he has found everything he needs, so he returns to say thank you. As he rounds the familiar corner, he stops short. She's gone. Three minutes. Nothing left. No booth. No wares. No lady. Which makes you wonder: was she ever...really...there...at...all? DA-DA-DAH!
Seriously, it was like I was in the Twilight Zone. One minute she was there, the next she was gone. Perfect timing to answer my question. She was like my own little guacamole guardian angel. I was never really a big guac fan until our November 2011 trip to Mexico. There I became hooked. And this Rotel stuff was great. I made it about two weeks ago. Half the kids loved it. Half the kids hated it. (I'm obviously rounding here!) But that's par for the course in this home. If it's not pizza, it's virtually impossible to find something that everyone likes.
Does anyone else go shopping at WalMart, fill up one cart, check out and load it into the car, then go right back in and fill up another cart?!?
I am still in love with price matching.
I took Taylor and Parker skiing the other day. Started out fantastic:
Sadly it ended with Taylor taking a pretty good spill and spraining his knee. Consolation prize--he got to go to the ER and get a pair of the coolest shorts ever:
I love it when I find one of the kids "books" lying around. Jesi and Xander are usually responsible for these creations:
Me: "I sure have beautiful kids!"
Sophi: "Yep, you do!!!"
-Jer
