Sometimes You Feel Like A Nut. . . . .

. . . . . and, Sometimes you are!

I haven't blogged in a coon's age.  I miss it.  I really, really do.  So, hopefully, this post is just the thing to get me jump started ~ again.

Ben and I went shopping at Marshall's (my favorite place to shop) a couple weeks ago.  We weren't
really looking for anything in particular, just fighting the winter blues.  But, as luck (not that I believe in luck) would have it, I found some orange sprinkling sugar marked down from Christmas.  Score!  Browsing and scoring are a match made in Heaven.   Every now and then I would see Ben saunter by.  He was more browsing his phone than he was the store.  He eventually discovered a bottle of beauty on the mark-down cart.  He says:  "Look what I found.  White chocolate syrup.  I could make us a bangin' coffee with this.  I could make my own espresso and add this."  Well, he had me at chocolate.  We browsed a bit more and headed on out to the checkout, ooo-ing and aaah-ing over the white chocolate in the beautiful bottle. 

 

Isn't it just beautiful!

 

 

 

He warned me not to crack it open 'til he was ready to make the coffee.  Talk about self control here.

He finally decided a couple days ago to create his masterpiece.  I.  Was. Stoked!  He opens up the bottle, he sniffs, he snurls his nose, he looks at me.  I give him a "What"" look.  He says: "This doesn't smell right.  Smell it." he says.  Ooookay, I think.  Is it bad?  Not a happy thought.  I smell.  I look at him.  I say, "It smells like vinegar."  He says, "Yep, that what I thought."  I say: "Didn't you read the label!!??"  He says: "I can't read German, or Dutch or whatever language that is."  So I turn the bottle over (and in English) it says:  White Condiment Gourmet.  Ingredients: white wine vinegar, concentrated grape must.  And it did have the words "Gourmet White Condiment" on the front at the very bottom of the label. It probably doesn't take an Einstein to figure that one out.  But our minds were set on WHITE CHOCOLATE!.  That's my excuse and I won't change it. 

 

Can I just say, on the one hand all the air had been deflated from my excitement, but on the other I had been spared drinking a lovely white wine vinegar espresso.  

 

Lesson here:  Read. The. Label.  Well.

Don't get the cart before the horse.

If it seems too good to be true, then it probably isn't.

 

We did mope about it for most of the afternoon.  Then we would laugh, and mope some more.  Now we just laugh.

 

Live and learn they say.  Live and learn.