I hope you all had a wonderful Easter, if you celebrate that holiday. If you don’t, I hope you had a nice relaxing Sunday. The Meet Me on Monday hop is on hold this week. That works for me as I can share my Easter quest.
Usually, we spend the holidays with Mr. Bernie’s family. This year we decided to do something different and have Easter at home alone. I found a recipe to do ham in the crock-pot which sounded yummy, Ham in Cider. On Saturday Mr. Bernie picked up the stuff we needed to make our Easter dinner. We had the ham, but needed the odds and end. He called and asked what we needed for the ham, I told him that I thought we had everything we needed. Perhaps I should have re-read the recipe.
Easter morning I woke up and set out Mr. Bernie’s Easter bucket. Treats, bubbles, something for the garden all waiting for him to get up and find. While I was sitting around pleased with myself for remembering being a good Easter Bunny, I decided to check my ham recipe. I was going to get it into the crock pot before the Mr. woke up. I printed off the recipe and my heart fell. The recipe is ham in Cider and the only thing I didn’t have was cider! This meant I was going to be going on a quest, find cider on Easter morning. Oh, joy! I may have said some naughty words.
I quickly hopped into jeans, bra and sweatshirt. I’m not one of those cute perky gals who can just toss on a sweatshirt and go. Women like that make me so jealous. No I need to hook myself into a bra or I will hang out the bottom of my sweatshirt. This was not what I wanted to be doing at 7am on a Sunday morning. I ran a fork through my hair and grabbed my flannel/sweatshirt jacket. I was looking oh so sexy. Very manly. It was almost as pretty as a dress, heels and hat. I’m sure that people saw me and thought, “Look at that manly woman. She is out on a quest. Be sure to stay away from her. She is scary looking.”
We live on the outskirts of town. The one little Super One grocery store in our area was going to be closed. I figured I would drive to our local truck stop. Surely they would have cider. They had some lovely jugs of green tea or small bottles of apple juice. Damn it! The clerk suggested that I try the newer truck stop that was near the freeway. She thought since that was a bigger place, they might have it. I drove to the other place and had a wild look in my eyes. I didn’t want to have to go into town for cider. I just wanted a jug and be on my way. I didn’t see any so I asked a clerk about cider. She was a friendly gal who seemed happy to work on Easter. “Excuse me, do you have any jugs of cider?” She snarled at me and said, “Anything we have is in the cooler. Why don’t you look there?” Oh, good idea. Because I was just wondering around in circles for the fun of it. Why didn’t I think about looking in the cooler? How dumb was I?
Now I actually had to go into town. Crapcicles. My manly look was ok for a truck stop, but a bit scary for the real people store. My curls were wild and scary looking. I called Mr. Bernie to tell him I had to go into town. He replied, “I had a feeling you would have to do that. I didn’t think the truck stop would have apple cider. I’ll just wait here.” What a guy! Where in the heck was he going to go at 7am on Easter? Good thing he reassured me he would be home waiting. I felt so much better.
Finally, I get into town and the local grocery store. I go rushing in there like my hair was on fire. A cute guy was stocking some stuff and I flew up to him. “Excuse me where is the apple cider?” He looked up at me and I saw a twinge of fear. He must have questioned who this wild-looking woman was. He told me to look in aisle four. I practically ran to get the cider, grabbed it up and headed to the bakery. Once there I picked up some Cinnamon rolls. I felt as if it would be my reward if I got out of the store without killing anyone.
The store was surprisingly busy. Everyone in their Easter best. Families laughing and bonding in line. I on the other hand looked like I had just escaped from the woman’s prison. A few people looked at me and quickly looked away. The little girls in their Easter hats looking adorable. I so wanted to snatch one of those hats of those girls and put it on my own head. I just wanted to get in and get out. I was not expecting lines.
After watching all this Easter bliss, it was my turn to check out. The cashier greeted me with a smile and said, “How is your morning going?” I asked her if she really wanted to know. She said she did. Bless her heart. I told her where I lived and how I had to come to her store to get some apple cider I needed for a recipe. When I told her where I lived she whistled and said, “Oh, you poor thing. That is a little drive isn’t it?” I then told her how the Mr.called to see if I needed anything for our dinner and how I stupidly said no. She looked at with sympathy. When she was done ringing me up she smiled and said, “I hope you have a better day.”
That one phrase stopped me in my tracks. It made me calm down and actually made me smile. In the great grand scheme of things, my having to run to the store looking homeless was not a big thing. I had a husband waiting for me at home and we were going to have our first Easter dinner as a married couple.
My Quest helped me to find more than just Apple Cider.