Blueberry fool

It's a ham-and-bean sort of day in Iowa. The temp is somewhere in the 30s, it's windy, and it's spitting snow on us. Nothing is accumulating- thank goodness- but it's generally inhospitable weather.

About those ham and beans: I thought I had a full pound or an extra bag, but didn't. After some debate about using black beans in addition to Great Northern, unshowered Eric bundled up and headed to the grocery store. There are two HyVees near us, one of which we generally avoid because it's smaller and pretty run down. It's nickname? The Ghetto V.

Anyways, unwashed Eric headed to this particular HyVee because it's closest, and came back saying he fit right in, particularly since all he bought was one bag of beans. We really looked like we're in a recession, if that was all he was buying.

I did indeed go into recession mode last weekend at Sam's, due in no small part to the letter I got from one of the schools I applied to, saying they were postponing filling the position. It freaked me out a little bit, but I ended up buying bulk veggies and goods and we shouldn't have to go the grocery store for much more than milk and bread for awhile.

That isn't to say, though, that I didn't get Katie some blueberries today. We needed milk and other perishables, so she and I headed to the other HyVee. When milk was one dollar more expensive, she and I made the trek across town to get the dairy products at Sam's. Lo and behold, they had a big container of fresh blueberries, and Katie LOVES blueberries.

We got home just in time for lunch. It started with a banana (another weekly purchase) but soon progressed to the blueberries. Eric put five on the tray, and she immediately put them all in her mouth, one by one. For the next twenty minutes, she stuffed her mouth full of blueberries, asking for "mo-ah" in between. Her word for blueberries: "Boobear" or something similar to that.

It was cute- as usual. As soon as three more were on the tray, they were in her mouth. We've kinda worn out the bananas, because that's what used to happen to it. She's a pretty picky eater- we only know that she'll eat fruit and drink her milk for sure. Right now, I think all those blueberries are coarsing through her veins, because she's not going down for a nap too easily.