Grocery store lists aren’t about helping me remember what I need.
They’re more to remind me what I don’t need—keep me focused, ward off impulse purchases.
So to use a tired cliche, grocery shopping without a list is like eating a box of chocolates: you never know what you’re gonna get. Fortunately, on my last off-the-cuff excursion into Whole Foods, I discovered the shopping riff. You simply choose one ingredient and go from there, sort of like connect-the-dots meal planning. Continue reading
Until I started college, I used to spend every Easter in Florida.
Consequently, I associate the holiday with sunshine, palm trees, and Lily Pulitzer clothing. But in Chicago the late-March-early-April weather is variable—we even had some snow the other day. The trees are still barren. And even if I were to wear a pink and green dress with huge flowers all over it (not likely), I would have to shroud it in some sort of drab overcoat.
So how do I bring the Florida Easters of my youth to Chicago? Citrus. Continue reading