There we are.

Mom, Dad, and I are shopping for the stuff we need for the Bar-b-que. I needed semi-sweet chocolate chips for the frosting for the New Orleans Double Chocolate Christmas Praline Cake that I so wanted to make. So I go to the microscopic baking section and head for the ghiridelli of course.

DUH Duh duh.

Horror of horrors-- all they have are Shur-Fine chocolate FLAVORED chips. Not even real chocolate!

I nearly convulsed into a three year old style temper tantrum, right there on the lenolium of aisle 12 at Pepper's super market in Deming, New Mexico.

I spun around on my mom, "That's it! There is no way I am EVER moving back to this town. They don't even have Gehridelli!" GRRRRR It was a fragile moment. So many things from the city I would be ready to say so long to, but really, I mean I have become accustomed to gourmet foods, and really geridhelli was the least I would accept had I been here in Houston I would have whipped it up with some fab Belgian semi-sweet.

I know. It's shallow and materialistic. But cooking is my main reprive from whatever life throws at me, and I had forgotten the years of substitutions and alterations to recipes that once were second nature and necessary, in my home town.

I much prefer the current situation of having the worlds finest ingriedients easily and affordably available to my prudent finger tips.

HUGS.