It won't be long before the crocs take up residence in there, I'm sure.
I know what you're thinking: A day off from laundry? Horray! But no. My favorite jeans are somewhere in that pile and I was hoping to get in some face time with the cashier at Williams-Sonoma today (Yes, I have favorite shopping jeans. You don't?) . I need to find out how I can get my Pennsylvania Dutch soft pretzels to taste like actual Pennsylvania Dutch soft pretzels before I blow $7.50 on their recepie as well as all the accoutrements one needs to bake such things (I'm pretty sure the secret ingredient is the blood, sweat and tears of horsey-smelling Amish women praying for the lost souls of their obese pretzel mongering clientele).
Last week I declared I would sell my left foot and the shoe on it for a warm Philadelphia soft pretzel, so I can only assume it's some kind of universal serendipity that I found a mix and recipe. I've been fooled before by Louisiana versions of the foods I hold so dear and crave so badly. Need I remind anyone of the disappointing cheesesteak debacle of last month? I stormed back into the place and demanded they remove the name "Philly" from the menu.
Anyway, back to the jeans. Since it started pouring (AGAIN!) while I was writing this, perhaps I could toss them out in the back yard with some detergent and do our laundry... Well... Amish style.
Or I could take them out front and beat them against the backs of those crocodiles in the moat.