Despite paying for an annual gym membership, we just recently started going regularly. (By "just recently started," we obviously mean "today.") Prior to our workout, we made an action plan and identified exactly what we would need for dinner tonight. Although, we left this at home and had to improvise. We did, however, know the basic ingredients and thus set off to our local grocery store to purchase said items. After opting for a cart over a basket due to sheer laziness, we piled a few pieces of produce in, only to realize that our favorite urban grocery store did not carry white asparagus. So, instead of doing the easy thing and selecting another side dish, we unpacked our cargo and set off to Option B. While we typically make it a policy not to travel outside of the Des Moines city limits*, our relentless pursuit for white asparagus caused us to cross the border - to West Des Moines. (Unlike Arizona, we look to the West for imminent threats to our social well-being.)
Because we worked out this evening, we decided to go for German Grandma's comfort food. This included a lot of eggs, flour, milk, and butter. Apparently half a block of Velveeta wasn't enough. (While we're on the topic, we have three questions for you, Velveeta: why is the large box cheaper than the small; why, oh why, are you not refrigerated; and when did you make an appearance as a staple in German cooking?) It is a good thing that one of our dads is a cardiologist: it looks like we'll be paying him a visit shortly.
Findings of the evening: white asparagus is not worth the gas money to travel outside of our radius. Next time, real asparagus, you win. Velveeta, you are way more delicious than we gave you credit for - our apologies.
*Along with our grocery shopping, we also confine our dating distance to the city limits. Sorry, Altoona: 14 miles of city traffic is just too far. If you're in West Des Moines, you might as well be in China.
>That looks like Rasta Sauce on the omelette....
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