Isn’t it a Wondra?

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We just got through unloading the van with Thanksgiving ingreedaments. John just gave me the “Are you losing it?” look because I had forgotten that I had already purchased a giant bag of potatoes at Costco last week. OMG, maybe I am losing it?! I offered some to my mother-in-law, chief mashed-potato masher, but she had already gotten the Safeway special. It’s OK. How many ways can I do a potato? Probably more ways than a chef can do an egg.

While at Safeway Hawaii Kai I sent John to get me my annual cylinder of Gold Medal Wondra, which is the key ingredient to smooth and delicious gravy. He couldn’t find it, so I went to look. As I’m standing there looking, and believe me, I spent a lot of time in that aisle, this sweet young gal pushing a broom asked me if I was finding everything alright. It’s such a throw-away phrase, much like “How are you?” because people don’t really want to know or don’t have the time to really find out.

But she asked and so I answered. “Where’s the Wondra?” And I knew, knew, knew she wouldn’t have any idea what I was talking about. She was so young, she didn’t look like she had moved on from eating to cooking for her family. So I told her, I know you don’t even know what it is, and I explained. I think she went to see if someone could help, but I don’t know for sure.

But then I spotted it next to the cake flour, on the top shelf,way in the back, out of my reach, and between other cylinders of bread crumbs. There were three left. Obviously, Wondra is in demand this time of year for those of us who don’t buy jars or envelopes of sodium-laden, ready-made, or instant-gravy concoctions!

Fortunately for me, a tall and handsome dude entered the aisle, so I said, “Hey Tall Dude, can you get something for me off the top shelf?” And he did, and I thanked him, but he barely looked at me. I guess I’m losing my touch. Maybe I should have said, “Hey, Tall, HANDSOME, Dude,” and then he would have been a little sweeter. He just did what I asked and quickly moved on. Sigh. Was I losing my touch?

Then another Tall Handsome Dude came by and I said, “Hey Tall Dude, can you move those other two Wondra containers to the front of the shelf in case someone else is looking for them?” I didn’t want to be obvious, so I didn’t say “handsome.” He did what I asked. He smiled. He flirted with me, which was really fun and I instantly became a puddle. Some guys just know how to work it. If you’re a guy, and you know how to work it, you really should. Made my day! And double points to husbands or guys who flirt with their Number One Sweetheart! Who was the guy? It was John! LOL