One of my idiosyncracies, which Brooke is both endeared and annoyed by, is a compulsion to read all the circulars that come in the mail and newspaper. It probably stems back to my grandmother’s habit of ordering items from places like Fingerhut, but whatever it is, every Tuesday and Sunday, I insist on not only reading the circular for, say, Walgreens or Rite Aid, but also telling Brooke about all the “deals”.
I mean, really, how can you pass up the opportunity to get two cans of smoked oysters for one dollar!
Of course I never actually go to these stores, or buy these items, but just knowing they’re out there makes me happy. However, after reading Henry Alford’s piece in the NYT today, this might have to change…
It’s a humorous article, and this quote in particular was really quite perfect.
For dessert each night we turned to the slightly wanton charms of the Little Debbie product line, particularly young Debbie’s Oatmeal Creme Pies, whose velvety filling so perfectly captures an imagined marriage between buttercream frosting and Noxzema.
