Pearse take the wheel

I bought six cans of irregular seltzer today, some dented, some swollen. Mala told me they were no good, but I argued and he sold them on discount. They were the very last cans of seltzer (besides some stray LaCroix, puke) so I couldn't be choosy.

While I was checking out, a young, shrouded gent asked the cashier if they sell socks.

"Socks, did you say?"

"Yes, socks."

"We do not have socks."

Disappointed, duder left the store. The cashier — my second favorite — laughed a low laugh and shook her head.

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I had a family emergency this week, so Yung Pearse wrote a sizzling guest post. I'm gonna publish it tomorrow; let's call it bonus #content.

xo,

Jesse

"Individually Hand Made" seems a little impractical; wouldn't it take like 5 hours to make 48 baby quiches? No matter, this item still feels posh. Abby swooned over the decadence. Two oddities: 1) Why didn't they mention that there are bacon bits in the quiche lorraine? Seems like a selling point. 2) What's with the apostrophe in Chef's? (weirdly this item has zero internet presence)

This is our favorite brand of hummus, and our favorite flavor. If you ever see this somewhere, buy it immediately. Delicioso! Side story: At an Airbnb this summer, they had a container of this hummus in the fridge. We got all excited but when we opened it up, there was just a big puffy cupcake of neon-colored mold. Rude.

It's hard to tell, but this is a very large package of raw chicken. I'd estimate it's 3 to 5 pounds. We've bought this item a few times, and have a favored treatment: 4 hours in the slow cooker, then shred all the chicken. We then have buffalo sandwiches-on-demand for weeks! Toasted Martin's potato rolls, blue cheese dressing, shredded cabbage, and pickles. Rinse and repeat, baby. (Look at Old Neighborhood's family owners — Boston bros, they are.)

I don't drink much milk but Abby likes a frosty mug with her evening desserts. I like to buy this brand, then ask her: "Are you a widdle baby?" Never gets old.

This soup is truly excellent: creamy, flavor-rich, loaded with goodies. The maker, Schnuck's, is a St. Louis supermarket chain. We also got to try their turkey lasagna soup and their chicken and dumplings — equally delicious. Abby thinks Schnuck's should focus exclusively on their dope-ass soup line.