Fouteenth and Park: A Dangerous Place

I had a long lovely walk today back from Dupont Circle -- up Connecticut to Florida, east on Florida to 18th, up 18th and then up Columbia, then over Mount Pleasant Street to Park and then east on Park across 16th, where I came to meet my nemesis: the SuperGiant.

I entered, intending to buy peanut butter (mmm, sweet sweet peanut butter) and oranges and a cheapie cheap bottle of wine. But then I saw the posh cheeses and I thought about how Ellie had talked about making a gratin with the white sweet potatoes she'd bought at the farmers' market, and then I remembered we didn't have any canned black beans because the last time I made beans and rice I had to use pinto beans (I prefer red or black beans when I'm making rice and beans -- with some peppers and adobo and sazon and fresh cilantro, yum!)

Anyway, the point is that I left with: a big bottle of cheap red plonk, a fourpack of butter (we were running low on butter), eight pots of yogurt (dude, they were fifty cents each! organic! you can't beat that with a big stick!), orange juice (we were out and I drank the last of the apple juice we had before), gruyere, jarlsberg, three cans of black beans (dude! forty cents each!), peanut butter, two jars of whole peeled tomatoes (again, we are out and these come in suoer handy all the time), and split peas (for the lentil soup I will make later this week, with oranges and the andouille in the freezer), and three oranges.

Certainly not a junk food binge, but more than I had thought ... meh.