This week, I decided to change the name and feel of my blog.
I started it as “Smokey Drives a Cadillac” two years ago while I was working with the US Forest Service.
Working on the Hiawatha National Forest
I wore the Smokey Bear mascot uniform that summer, and I drove my mom’s 1995 Fleetwood Brougham Cadillac. The two had an element of nostalgia and felt like a great name for a place to experience chapters in life.
Tomorrow I’m hosting a gourmet grilled cheese gathering, and before heading to the local Italian market, Caputo’s (it has its own cheese cave!), I decided to swing by Costco to beat the crowds. I was right: at 9:30am, there was still a chance to park within a mile of the door.
I went to Costco with a grumbling stomach, but felt pretty good willpower to fight the urge to purchase everything in sight. My problem wasn’t snacks or junk food. My battle is the produce section! All I wanted to do was devour every piece of fruit in sight. Between meat, cheese, and berries for the party and my enormous fruit craving, $222 later I was reassuring myself that everything would be okay.