I decided to take a short break from chocolate. It's Lent, after all. So I bought a box of TJ's Blondie Bar Mix, a cross between brownies and chocolate chip cookies. (Yeah, there's chocolate in them... go ahead and excommunicate me, and see if I care.)
I'm pleased to report that Blondie Bars are another worthwhile way to use up a stick of butter. While they are flatter and more crumbly than brownies, they are equally rich. I found myself adding more chocolate chips for no understandable reason, and I'll probably do it again.
While Trader Joe's makes good mixes (I recommend their cornbread, too), I wish they'd do some work on their bathroom tissue. They could start by sending it to reform school. I bought my first two six-packs in the past month or two, after years of buying different brands at Shaw's. I've never seen anything like them. They are self-destructive, sneaky, and peripatetic — not qualities I'm seeking in bathroom tissue.
I have proof: while I was in the living room this morning, the spare roll we keep on the windowsill stormed its way into a corner of the bedroom. Here's where I found it, looking much the worse for wear and tear, either because it's terribly neurotic or because some brave, responsible cat tried a little too hard to awaken it to its sense of duty:
I guess it really, really wanted to see itself in the mirror but first it had to scatter bits of itself all over the bedroom floor.
I worry about the cats' safety with these creepy, self-centered renegades on the loose. I should switch brands.