Not a very exciting title, but it would have been easier to find the Lost Ark or Holy Grail over a woman’s grocery list. Here’s how it breaks down. Man and woman fall in love. Woman gets bored, goes to Pinterest or some Pinterest-like website and finds a recipe that has a bunch of organic horseshit. Man is forced to go to store, then another store, then back to original store, then 10 miles away to specialty store, which is closed that particular day. Night is spent looking for stores that may have said item.
Man then realizes he buys lunch meat, beer and chunky soup so he will never find these items. Almond bark? What in the hell is that? Should I buy that at a nursery? Minced onions? Can we just buy a mincer? Spaghetti squash? Is it spaghetti? Squash? Made up? It’s that big? Why is it called spaghetti then? Woman mocks man, yet NEVER goes to store, as though once convicted of shoplifting there. Food is eaten. Now recipe is done forever and for all times so process can begin anew with another ingredient, like kumquat sauce or unicorn horns. Back to Pinterest. Repeat. In other news, I am looking into class action legislation against Pinterest for this and all the wedding decorations that ensnared me last year. I’m shutting your ass down, scumbags!