Familiar Comforts

I wrote about this briefly on my FB page, but moving to a different state has it's pluses, but it also definitely is an adjustment.

The first thing I noticed was that I couldn't find Williams Chili Seasoning at any grocery store I found in Denver.  This is a tragedy of immense proportions!!! We make chili at least once every two weeks, rain, sleet, snow, shine.  I am the postman of chili.

My first trip back to Oklahoma since moving up here was a whirlwind.  On the way back, 3 days later, I realized I had not purchased any Williams Chili Seasoning.  I took the next exit and found myself in Blackwell, Oklahoma.  They also had a Braum's.  Oh, how I miss Braum's.  Their hamburgers.  Their cherry limeades.  Their pineapple sherbet.  YUMMY!!!  Anyway, after scarfing down my  burger, I asked if there was a grocery store nearby.  It was two miles down the road.  I drove there, posthaste.  I walked in and asked where the chili seasoning was and found aisle 17.  AISLE 17!!!! (Cue angels harps and general adoration.)  They had 20 packets...I counted.  I took 17.  I mean, I was taught that you can't take the last of anything.  I sprinted out of there like some chili refugee happy to have my  "stash".

Since then, I have made chili and someone asked for one of my packets.  The mean-spirited, Grinch-like part of me was like, "NO WAY!!" You drive to Oklahoma and get your own stinkin' packet!!! Then I overcame that emotion (barely) and said, sure.  My heart definitely did NOT grow two sizes in that moment.

So now that it is holiday time, now I find myself without Cranberry Ginger Ale.  *HUGE SIGH*

However shall I overcome this tragedy? One day at a time, Sweet Jesus.  One day at a time.

Also, I go home mid-December and will horde more chili and ginger ale.

p.s.  You know it drives me crazy people pronounce cranberry as cranDberry.  There is NO D.  Ok, now that I have that out of my system, I will go back to recuperating from the stomach flu of 2012.

Miss M.