We live almost right across the street from a grocery store. Somehow that translates to stops there after work nearly every other day. Ok, not really. But it certainly feels like it. There's always something you want to make for dinner that you somehow don't have, requiring a trip to the local grocery store. Today it was missing ingredients for pizza-baked spaghetti.

I do manage to get a steady supply of fresh fruit that way though. Can't complain about that.


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