Friends stayed at my place while I was away in Michigan, so I came home to the stuff they left. Good stuff.
My first night, July 23, I found a package of Trader Joe Chicken Korma with Rice all sealed up and ready to microwave. True, the package said, "Use by July 14," but what did that really mean? I had traveled all day, I was tired and hungry, and I ate it. With the cooked broccoli they had stuck in my freezer. And their Whidbey Island Dairy vanilla ice cream for dessert.
They left a cucumber in the fridge, plus Greek yogurt and crumbled feta; this made a lovely salad with a bit of my balsamic vinegar. I had their leftover Roasted Red Pepper and Tomato soup one day for lunch.
Uh oh. A half-bag of Trader Joe chips made of rice and beans. I don't buy salty snacks: you can literally never get enough. I ate them all, but I managed to take a couple days to do it.
They left a small container of Dove body wash that is meant to have visible softening results in only one week! I sure hope it works, because it smells awful. (I'm holding off on using their body lotion, since I want a true test of the body wash.)
They left two books. One looks like a beach read, called Beach Week, which doesn't tempt me much, but the other is old -- 1906 -- and in one of the old green cloth bindings. It's called The Lady of the Decoration, purporting to be the letters of a worldly young widow off to Japan to teach children in a mission, prior to and during the Japanese war with Russia. This one I can hardly put down. It's completely un-PC, but then, that's the way they were. (Just found it available free as a download.)
It's funny, but all this unfamiliar stuff has made coming home feel like another vacation. Where am I?
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