The most recent two pictures on my phone right now are of pickle jars. I accidentally bought sweet bread and butter pickles the other day, but I didn’t realize it until I took a bite of one at lunch today. I don’t hate them, but I MUCH prefer dill pickles, and when you’re expecting to taste dill and you get whatever that sweet taste is instead? SUPER disappointing. (My Twitter world agrees.) So I went back to the store today, the third day in a row, but not for that. Well, not only for that. Friday is John’s birthday, so I needed wrapping paper, a card, and, most importantly, a Carvel ice cream cake. He LOVES Carvel ice cream cakes, so I’m off the hook for baking every year.
I also bought bread and pickles. Dill pickles. Aaaannd that’s my new secret agent name.
Speaking of baking, I have two overripe bananas, so during one of my 16 trips to the store this week, I picked up flour and baking soda, and now I need to make banana bread. Maybe I can convince John it’s birthday banana bread. Buttery birthday banana bread. Blissful buttery birthday banana bread. Brilliant blissful buttery birthday banana bread.