A good intention gone straight to hell.

It’s no secret to any of you that I’m not a cook. I would love to spend some time learning the culinary arts, but I’m afraid that just isn’t in my schedule.


Mr. Strong and the kids would say that it wasn’t in my talent range either, but who cares…right?

Anyway, both girls are sick, so I thought yesterday that I would LOVINGLY make them some homemade Chicken Noodle Soup.

Why?

I don’t know – I felt like I could try something new…




I Googled recipes…and then I thought to myself “Shit, I’m going to need things like...ingredients.”

All of the recipes contained the following:

Chicken Pieces

Chicken Stock

Salt/Pepper

Celery

Carrots

Parsley

Bay Leaf

Egg Noodles


Not too complicated right?

Well? For someone that doesn’t cook very often I was extremely confused.

After my recipe search, my mind was racing. “What the fuck are chicken pieces? Do they actually sell chicken pieces? Is Chicken Stock the same as Chicken Broth and will the label tell me this? And what the hell is a Bay Leaf? Where in the world do I find that thing? Shit! Shit! Shit!”

Okay, after work I decide to venture into HEB because it’s two days before Thanksgiving and I thought it wouldn’t take me long with only needing a few items. Shoot me!

I wasn’t 10 feet into the store and it looked like a mad house! Everyone was racing to get their Thanksgiving menus shoved into their baskets and nobody was looking out for anyone else! Complete! Chaos! It was soooo crowded!

I found the vegetables I needed and as soon as I was about to venture into the meat isle, this basket came racing across my foot and the girl never looked back to see if I was all right. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs You fucking idiot! If you weren’t 7 years old, I would chase after you and beat your ass!!!!”

You can rest assured I didn’t. I just limped over to the chicken and this is where everything went downhill.

I swear the whole time I’m in the store, it’s like I’m moving in slow motion and everyone around me is pushing, reaching and racing on.

I couldn’t find “chicken pieces” – there were whole chickens and chicken parts and chicken breasts, but NO CHICKEN PIECES! In my vision and limited cooking skills I was looking for cubes of chicken or something similar - like the picture. None.

Fuck!

Okay, I set there thinking “I will come back, because if this bitch reaches around me one more time, I’m going to bite her arm!”

So I take myself over to the spice isle looking for this all elusive bay leaf. It’s a seasoning right? Well I still don’t know what the fuck it is because I never found it. I finally asked someone that worked there and she led me to Basil – NOT THE SAME FUCKING THING LADY!

Apparently she doesn’t cook much either.

GRRRRRR!

I walked out of the isle – who the hell needs a bay leaf anyway!?

I went to the soup isle and there was NO Chicken Stock – Broth or anything else CHICKEN in that isle. It turns out that Chicken Stock/Broth is used in Thanksgiving cooking and they were sold out.

OMG! Really!? I’m about to drop my basket in the middle of this isle and just walk out of the store when I realized that I still needed the toilet paper.

Fuck it! The girls don’t need Chicken Noodle Soup!!!!!

I went to check out with no rhyme or reason to the items in my basket – NONE.

I walked straight up to the express checkout – 10 items or less – with 12 items and the whole time I was begging the checkout lady to “say something!”

I’m sure she was thinking “Sausage, Toilet Paper, Sushi, Broccoli – awwww poor lady!”

Never. Again.

I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving and if you’re cooking? May you find all the ingredients you need!





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