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the saga of the dish

For all those who are biting their nails wondering if I got new dishes.....I didn't. There are several problems with getting the perfect dish.
  • One, if you're me, you need enough time to look at every single dish and think of every single scenario that might involve that particular dish
  • Two, you have to then look at the design and decide if you will love it for the rest of your life
  • Three, you have to remember that you walked about a mile to the store with the stroller, you already have a crockpot, an iron, and you still need to buy food - how will you carry a 10 person set of dishes home?
  • Fourth, you could always just come back later with Phil.
So the saga continues and really there is no end in sight.

We did get the cheese, meat, bread, and I'm very happy to have the crockpot. And the fact that I understood a lot of what the salesperson was telling me about the crock makes me almost as happy. It's amazing how much the salespeople know about their products. Pick up anything and you've immediately got someone there telling you every wonderful feature or directing you to the product that's much better.

The cheese is packaged like American cheese - individual packets for each slice. There was some funky smell coming off of the packaging but not from the cheese. I threw away the main packaging and just have the individual slices in their little sleeves. I ate a piece and it tasted fine but it's not something I'm going to start craving. Why the whole world can't produce great cheese is beyond me and is a real shame.

I will get dishes someday. When I do, I'll post a picture.

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