Mmmmemorieeees light the corner of my mind

When I received a reminder email about this week’s blog carnival topic: Memory, I immediately started singing the song Memories made famous by Barbara Streisand, even though I think I probably sounded more like Liza Minelli whist singing it. I’m not sure. You’ll have to ask my dog, since he was the only one fortunate to witness the wonder that is me imitating aging Jewish singers from New York. (Okay, technically Liza Minelli isn’t Jewish, but she could be.)

But beyond my amazing, albeit solitary performance in my office, nothing really came to mind to write about. Oh, sure. I’ve got plenty of memories, but nothing really struck me as blog post worthy. Instead, I thought I would share with readers old and new, quite possibly the most memorable post that has ever graced this blog.

To quote my friend @Marni71, “Oh PCB, we hardly knew thee!”

May I present (or re-present), your friend and mine, the Pornographic Cheese Butler. (Sorry/you’re welcome)

I do NOT heart Grocery Shopping (aka PCB, Part 1)

Here’s something else kind of space/time continuum-ey. When I went shopping Friday afternoon, I had no idea Beth was going to do a post about grocery shopping, nor did I know I would be doing a post about grocery shopping. That is, until I happened to come across a cheese display at the local grocery store. People, it’s not like I’m out looking for blog fodder everywhere I go (Okay, maybe I am just a little.), but tell me, is it’s just me?:

Seemingly gracious wine and cheese steward from this angle, right? Not so fast!

Am I the only person who thinks this guy isn’t wearing any pants? I have passed by this particular display countless times! Since I don’t drink wine and I think those particular type of crackers are fairly nasty, I never really paid much attention. But please, Kroger! There are CHILDREN at this grocery store!

That is just wrong on so many levels. After be ocularly accosted in the rear of the store (pun intended), I figured I had everything I wanted and some things I didn’t. I composed myself and went to the check out line, paid for my groceries and headed out to the parking lot. As I was pulling out of the parking lot, my phone rings. It is my husband calling. “Are you still at the grocery store?” This means one of two things: 1) “How much longer are you going to be?” or 2) “I forgot to ask you to get me some jelly beans.” On this day, it was the latter. I really didn’t feel like going back to the store, as I was still visibly shaken by the pornographic cheese buttler. But since Katdish = obedient wife, I turned the car around and went back to get 3 bags of Jolly Rancher jelly beans. (They are the best.) Obviously, I didn’t get a cart or a basket. I can manage 3 bags of jelly beans all by myself, thank you very much.

So guess what? They’re on sale. They are ordinarily $2.99 per bag, but the sale price was 3 for $5.00. I call dh to ask him how many bags I was supposed to buy. Yep — six. “Oh, and by the way, we also need Cheetos, saltine crackers and tortilla chips.” Great! As if I don’t already look like a big enough tool walking around with 6 large bags of jelly beans. Might as well go for broke.

No, I do not heart grocery shopping — not even a little bit. But the candy aisle was somewhat educational. Have you heard about the new m&m special dark chocolate candies?

I always thought that because they were shiny looking, they were INDIVIDUALLY WRAPPED in foil. And seriously…who has that kind of time? But no! You EAT the shiny part:

Yeah. Still not so sure about that. But to end on a positive note, guess what they were selling in the bakery? (Cue the angelic, cherub choir.) Chocolate chip pumpkin muffin tops! Yum-O!

Now, that there is a muffin top I can give truly get behind.

This post is part of the One Word at a Time Blog Carnival: Memory, hosted by the lovely and talented Peter Pollock. To read more posts about memories (although most likely not about naked butlers in grocery stores), please visit him atΒ

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7 Responses to “Mmmmemorieeees light the corner of my mind”

  1. Sherri March 20, 2012 at 4:48 pm #

    …and a great memory it was. πŸ™‚

  2. Marni March 20, 2012 at 9:46 pm #

    Ahhh, PCB memories. I can hardly have dairy without thinking of him.

  3. Cris Ferreira March 20, 2012 at 10:55 pm #

    I would have never expected to find that display in a grocery store, specially an american grocery store. That was really weird, to say the least.

  4. karenzach March 21, 2012 at 6:28 pm #

    What is it with you and that butler dude? Every chance you get you put his nekkid behinney on your blog. If I didn’t know better….

  5. Simply Darlene March 22, 2012 at 2:51 pm #

    Memories of rushing around the posh streets of Walla Walla with camera and son in tow to catch a glimpse of butler dude’s long lost brother (or maybe it was cousin). The photographs. The interviews. The racing racing heart. The confused husband. The shell-shocked (or bare buttock shocked) kiddo. Memories…ohohooaaa memories…

    Alas! I have found their cousin up here in the boonies of north eastern WA. Someday when it stops snowing I will get you photographic proof.

    • katdish March 22, 2012 at 2:56 pm #

      Ooooo! Yes please and thank you.

  6. Joanne Norton March 26, 2012 at 6:41 pm #

    You must be nicer than I am. I’d have hit the management re: this “funny” butler. They probably wouldn’t think I was a serious issue, b/c it’s just a hoot to most people. What a world we live in and face over and over in many places that should be our “safe” ones.

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