So I’m walking the aisles of my local Safeway yesterday after work looking for pomegranate juice. I was of a mind to make Pomegranate Cosmos* per one of my kitchen muses. I’ve gone back and forth between the produce area and the juices aisle wondering why they don’t seem to carry POM when I stopped a moment and listened. Is that…? Nah, couldn’t be. But yes it was. Playing in the store’s music rotation was:
Joey Lawrence, “Nothin’ My Love Can’t Fix” — I took it as an obvious sign that my plans to shake up a few cocktails with dinner had been blessed from above.
* Which you shouldn’t even consider imbibing unless you’ve perhaps eaten a whole roast chicken first. It will knock you on your ass… unless perhaps you’re built like Ina.