So, I got out all the fixins' for Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Cookies, and realized: I have no chocolate chips. (And only one egg, which was technically enough. But they expired in JULY. I know that eggs last way longer than the date on the carton, but July just seemed a bit too long.) I was too tired to grab my purse, change out of pajama pants, or really be bothered with anything at all, so I grabbed my check card and keys, put on my black wool coat (which is what was readily accessible) and some shoes, and headed to the grocery store.
I quickly grabbed a dozen eggs and some chocolate chips and went to the cash register. The woman there asked what I was making and we chatted about Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Cookies while she checked me out. She was so enthusiastic about her easy recipe, which I thought was nice, and I chuckled while I walked out.
But, do you know what will always make you feel stupid? A tall, slender, luxuriously coiffed woman in the most fabulous knee-length leather coat you've ever seen and stiletto heels. And that's exactly what I ran into on my way out. Her look of disdain over my ill-fitting flannel pajama pants made me acutely aware that my bag contained CHOCOLATE CHIPS, not some uber-healthy salad and a single red pepper.
As I slouched in shame to my car, I thought, "This is it. This is the beginning. In no time at all, I'll be a 40-year-old, suburban-Utah woman who doesn't know how to wear anything but track suits everywhere. And? I'll be ok with it!!!! WHERE IS MY LIFE GOING?"
But, two good things came of this experience:
- I reconfirmed that wearing pajama pants to the grocery store (or out in public at all) is wrong. How did I get there? Do I really feel like I'm that much a part of my community and the grocery store is just like being with family? No. I am aware that this is something that can really only happen in suburban communities. Can you imagine some woman hopping on the tube in London in her pajamas to go get eggs? No. I was duly ashamed on my way out of the house, but even more appropriately ashamed on the way in. Don't worry, world, I won't insult you that way again. For a while.
- As I recounted this story, I learned that everyone else knew what the animated checkout clerk knew. There is a really easy recipe that is supposedly delicious. (I didn't make them. I paid a high price to get those eggs, dag-nab-it, and I wasn't about to waste it.)
Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Cookies
1 box spice cake mix
1 can pumpkin (small size)
1 bag chocolate chips
Mix and bake. (I'm assuming 350 for 15 minutes or so? Since everyone else knows this recipe, you tell me.)
Happy baking. But... if you run out of chocolate chips and need to go get some, for heaven's sake, put on some pants. Or, if you just can't muster the strength to change, come by my place to get them. The grocery store patrons will thank you.
4 comments:
I like the cut of your jib.
And even though that's now the 4th person I know of who has recommended that recipe, I still don't trust it.
Yeah, cake mixes in Germany are not that easy to find, and they make completely different kinds of cakes. Until now I haven't been able to find a can of pumpkin either. Making your own takes forever, but I'm going to go for it in a couple of weeks to make some pumpkin pie. Some day I will try this recipe, but until then, I hope you enjoyed your cookies.
I also wanted to tell you that pajamas and sports clothes are taboo in public in Germany. I'd noticed the looks I got whenever I went to play football/soccer and then later I even heard a professor talk about how awful she thought it was when she saw people do that. Ha.
hilarious, I guess I'd better work on my grocery attire too.
Whenever I feel drab and go to the store in my pajamas, I ALWAYS see people I know. I don't know how it happens, but I'll be honest, that's not going to stop me from wearing my cozies, and I hope you to! Love ya!
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