blue artichoke

I usually shop for groceries for the week on Monday and for the weekend on Friday. Because of my self-imposed temporary ban on grocery shopping, I had an entire afternoon yesterday with nothing to do. So, I assembled a weight bench. Gentleman Caller and I are devoting a section of our basement to hulking exercise equipment in an attempt to bypass the usual excuses for not going to the gym: too crowded, not enough time, strange looks from others, too hot/cold/rainy/sunny, other people are rude and stinky and so on. We have an elliptical, a weight bench, a bike, two exercise balls, a step, a jump rope, tension tubes and a tv with aerobics videos. All we need is a VCR and a higher ceiling and we'd have the perfect home gym.

But back to the groceries. So far, I have made bourbon-glazed pork chops with brown sugar sweet potato wedges, chicken and dressing casserole, spinach lasagna, sunflower seed bread and garlic-balsamic vinaigrette. A good start, I think, but it hardly makes a dent. Tonight we'll have leftovers and try to make a little bit of room in the freezer.