We're supposed to get up to 30 inches of snow before this time tomorrow night. You read that right. THIRTY. This is simultaneously awesome and kind of terrifying.
Freakout aside, I concluded some time back that I am completely in love with the weather up here. It gets warm, it gets cold, it rains, it snows. But unlike the south, it doesn't usually get SUPER hot, there aren't usually tornadoes... you get the idea. AND, people actually seem to understand how snow works, and nobody panics whenever 3 flakes fall out of the sky.
But the threat of "Snowpocalypse: Part Deux" is enough to send even the normally calm D.C. folks scurrying to collect the big items-- you know the drill: milk, toilet paper, bread, and beer.
Thursday night, I went to the grocery to stock up for the weekend. It was maybe 5 p.m., which is normally an ok time to go because nobody's gotten home from work yet, but the afternoon shoppers are already home. It's a bad sign when you walk in the door and there are no carts available at the front because they're all being used. I pushed through the looming panic attack and fought through the crowds to get all my stuff. Just to paint a picture here, this Giant grocery store near us is pretty big and usually well-staffed, but for some reason there always seems to be a huge line, and this was no exception. All of the registers were open, and the line for each went through the checkout area all the way back to the end of aisles. Total chaos. After getting my supplies, I got in line and waited. And waited. And waited. When all was said and done, my new grocery shopping friends and I had stood in line for an hour and 5 minutes.
In other words, I had a lot of time to stand there and think, mainly about shopping and American grocery habits in general.
Most of all, "convenience food." Pre-chopped onions, cracker-sized pre-cut cheese, bottled water. I think all of these things are ridiculous, especially bottled water. It's kind of my thing to hate at the moment. (When I get particularly worked up-- like after standing in a grocery line for an hour-- I wonder why it's legal to even sell that crap. "Support the landfills of tomorrow! Two dollars for future garbage that's full of something you can already get for basically free!" No thanks. Ok, rant over.) Anyway, I was standing there thinking what a waste of time and money most of these "convenience products" are, and it occured to me-- I hate frozen chicken. I know, I know, it's cheaper to buy chicken breasts in bulk and freeze them, instead of buying a new package fresh every day. I know this, and I do buy it in bulk and freeze it. Because it's cheaper, and easy to do. Really, I just hate de-frosting chicken. But regardless, someday, I swear I will only use fresh chicken. And then some girl will watch me in the grocery store and be like, "Seriously? Is it that hard to put a chicken breast in the fridge to thaw?"
Meanwhile, the snow continues to fall. This is going to be insane.
Y'all, I don't want to see what the "real north" is like in the winter time. If this is D.C., I'm kind of afraid to ever see Buffalo.
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