Mrs. Balabusta

Monday, December 25, 2006

Marinated Mushrooms for Everyone!

Before the Bar Mitzva the PT and Mrs. Balabusta spent some quality time together shopping for paper goods and other assorted expensive things at Sam's Club. I want to mention the admas nefesh involved on my part, it was a Monday night and the Packers were playing.

I want to start this story by saying everytime I come home from said Warehouse Store, The PT picks up something and says "What did you buy this for? We don't need this - And we certainly don't need this much of it?..." Then he goes on to explain how someday someone is going to name a brain disease after me and we will both be very famous.

The other thing he says when I get home is "Where are the Cheerios?" But that's another blog....

Back to my point, while I was buying 4 lbs can of tuna x 3, the PT came across a 4 lb jar of marinated mushrooms, right next to the pickles which can also glow in the dark. He said, and I quote here - "Look what I found."

I looked at the PT standing in the aisle at Sam's very proud of himself and looking very hopeful. Doing a quick computation on the cost:benefit ratio of having a conversation about mushrooms and that fact that I was missing the game already, I decided buying the mushrooms was probably a good idea.

Once the said mushrooms took up residence in the pantry, it was a struggle to decide what to do with them. Add to rice and bake? Kugelize it (you can make a kugel out of anything, its a scientific fact)? Feeling unmotivated I decided I can serve them on a relish tray with pickles and olives.

Which I do quite a lot now. So if any of you decide to drop by for a nosh and quick cup of tea, you will probably also be served marinated mushrooms, courtesy of your friendly neighborhood PT.

10 Comments:

  • At 5:28 PM, Blogger PsychoToddler said…

    Well, so far, every meal we've served them they've been a big hit.

    Mmmm...think Ima go downstairs and have some now...

     
  • At 8:02 PM, Blogger RaggedyMom said…

    BJs (or any wholesale club) is like a portal into a time-and money-sucking dimension. We buy the oddest things when we're there.

    RaggedyDad, being Russian, is baffled that people pay for the privelege to shop somewhere. He thinks the only prerequisite to getting metzias should standing on line for half a day and not really even knowing what you're standing on line for.

    Is that only a NY thing - to say standing ON line as opposed to standing IN line? I remember learning that in college.

    Considering we don't need as many Cheerios as you guys do, I let my discounted teacher's union membership expire, and we're usually able to get comparable prices at Pathmark.

    The mushrooms look kind of strange. What are they like? Vinegary?

     
  • At 8:10 PM, Blogger PsychoToddler said…

    Vinegary?

    Is that one of those new Eastern European countries I've never heard of?

     
  • At 2:22 AM, Blogger LubyVitcher said…

    raggedy, I am so confused. I also have a russian husband and oooohhh pickled mushrooms are a must have. It's funny that the things you assume are "so russian" in your own world can be so not in someone else's.
    Anyway, they are yummy and I never thought about using them any other way than on a relish tray at the shabbos table. Ok I have to stop, I'm getting hungry.

     
  • At 8:36 AM, Blogger RaggedyMom said…

    PT - I'm sure you've heard of it. Vinegarians are known for their excellent cooking, imported spices, and cute accents. It's also a great, cheap vacation destination. They're joining the European Union in 2010!

    Luby - I never said RaggedyDad wouldn't love the mushrooms - I'm sure he would!

    BUT, he just can't wrap his head around the concept of wholesale clubs that make you pay for the privelege of shopping there. The American in me tries to convince him . .

    I think if (when?) we need to buy more bulk items, it will be more useful for us to pay to shop wholesale.

    p.s. One of the Rebbes is buried in the city RaggedyDad is from (Rostov-on-Don)

    Meanwhile, we should just all have simchas in klal yisroel with plenty of marinated mushrooms. No tachanun!

     
  • At 8:56 AM, Blogger PsychoToddler said…

    I didn't realize your husband was a Rostovarian!

    I myself am a Pastafarian!

    No Tachanun!

     
  • At 9:50 AM, Blogger tuesdaywishes said…

    I love shopping at Sam's Club! The only problem is my impulse buying. See, an impulse buy at the Dollarama costs a dollar. An impulse buy in the supermarket is $2.79. But an impulse buy at Sam's Club is $14.97, and results in a gallon jug of a salad dressing that I thought I liked...

    Nice to have you back in the blog thing. Might even inspire me to start posting again, if anything ever happens in my so-called life.

     
  • At 7:46 AM, Blogger fudge said…

    you know, the levels you parents degenerate to when us kids are not around to keep an eye on you is positively frightening.

     
  • At 9:17 AM, Blogger PsychoToddler said…

    You ain't seen nuthin' yet!

     
  • At 3:19 PM, Anonymous Subway Sally said…

    Fudge, you're too funny for my financial health--I'm sitting in the office trying not to laugh out loud! :) :) :)

     

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