Okay, kind Driver and I spent more than an hour at the very crowded grocery store but managed to get practically everything I needed, minus Portuguese rolls (none looked good so I'll buy some at the deli tomorrow) and turkey stock (I can just use chicken for gravy, because vegetarian or not, I'm having gravy!). Driver helped me put all the perishables away, but the other goods are on the enclosed porch, mainly because there is no point putting away that which a) we will cook tonight and the next two days and b) has no place to go because it's extra. It was funny to shop with someone--I've never had a helper before and it'll take some getting used to. She's a friend but also someone working on my behalf; it's an odd balance. Not that she is awkward or anything--she's great, calm, encouraging, generous, helpful, casual, and a great talker and listener, --but I can tell I'm still getting used to needing so much help, from picking up a bag of potatoes to pushing the cart, from loading to unloading the cart. I hadn't been in that grocery store, or done any grocery shopping, in almost eight full months, so I hadn't needed help like this before, as much as I've gotten used to help in all other areas of my life. So, it felt strange but also exhilarating and fun and exciting. I even got to choose my own magazines! And have a coffee! It was wonderful and I am so grateful that she makes it possible. Who'd have thought grocery shopping before Thanksgiving could be so fabulous?
Now to start cooking it all . . . .
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