Only Me


Yesterday when I succumbed to the call of the couch and watched an episode or three of Barefoot Contessa, I made a vow to make her Lobster Corn Chowder at the earliest opportunity.  So this morning, after I volunteered at my kids’ school, cutting apples until my cuticles were brown (no lie) I took a little trip to Wegman’s for lobster and corn and a few other necessary ingredients.

It was a dicey expedition because my 4-year-old was at the end of her proverbial rope, but I was determined to have Lobster Corn Chowder for dinner, and Wegman’s is known for having excellent seafood.

After we made our way around the giant grocery establishment, loading our cart with various and sundry edible products, and avoiding a few horrific tantrums along the way (pat me on the back) we wandered over to the seafood area.  (I always wait to buy my seafood last so it doesn’t spoil.)

I didn’t spot any lobsters on our first drive-by, so I went back and inquired.  The employee behind the seafood counter looked me straight in the eye and said soberly, “We don’t have any.  We lost them all.”

I stood there for a minute, not sure if I understood him correctly.

“Seriously?” I responded, suppressing the inexplicable urge to giggle.

“Yep,” he said, “The tank broke, and they all died.  We had to throw ’em all out.”

“Wow,” I stuttered, not sure what to say.  Do I chuckle?  Offer condolences?  Finally I opted for the obvious.  “That’s not good.”

“Nope, not good at all,” he replied. “But we’ll be getting more tomorrow,” he assured me.

But I drove all the way over here TODAY, I wanted to scream.

Don’t worry; I didn’t.  I went to the checkout and then calmly drove home and set out a couple of steaks to thaw.

But I’m still holding out hope for Lobster Corn Chowder sometime this week.

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