I know I joke about the old age/not remembering things, but I actually have a decent memory. I have a great head for trivial facts (- I’m the teammate you want at any trivia contest- last time my friends and I were playing Tuesday night trivia at the local bar most of out team bailed- my one friend and I still finished second amongst teams of 5 or 6). Thought I write out detailed to do lists, I have a reasonable good recall of what needs to be done (but to be fair, I am so routine and automated that Tuesday just equals “change sheets” in my mind)
Now numbers- numbers are a different thing. I am horrible with phone numbers, and really bad with birthdays. I remember one of my friends because it is exactly a month after mine, as I am good with any birthday that is on the 10th of a month. I’ll let you in on a secret- I forgot my anniversary last month- I only remembered when I saw it was the birthday of my friend S, and I remembered saying Happy Birthday to her at my wedding speech. So, don’t ever ask my what my daughters cell phone number is, or what my Husbands birthday is. I’d have to look at my calendar.
My memory was tested earlier this month though. I use our virtual assistant Alexa when I am organizing my grocery list. It’s easy to say “Alexa, add chick peas to shopping list” as I scan the recipe that I am making. It automatically uploads to my phone app. I open the app at the store and magically, my grocery list appears. It’s a beautiful thing. Except when it’s not.
When I got to the market a few weeks ago, I clicked on the app, but it didn’t open. Apparently there was a loading issue. After frantically pressing the “button” about a thousand times, and turning my phone off and on, off and on, the app finally opened. But my shopping list wasn’t there. It was empty.
So I had a full blown panic attack in the cheese section. Luckily it was refrigerated so I didn’t break into a sweat. But I felt my inner calm crumbling like an aged bleu. What was I going to do about dinner? I am nothing without my grocery list. I am a fraud without a recipe…
So I had to regroup. I had to sit and really think about what I was making that night. It was Monday, so I knew it would be meatless….(see the beauty of having patterns) And I thought- what was the recipe base? quinoa, rice. pasta, bread? What veggies were in it? Oh for the love of God did it include beans???
And then an angel whispered in my ear “Chives”. And my first thought was, yes Virginia, there are chives in my recipe. And then I thought OK, but a dish of chopped chives is not very appetizing, so what else is in the dish? Then the devil whispered in my ear “Flaming Cheetoes” which I almost picked up, but then I thought- no- I know there are no flaming cheetoes in my dinner, even thought they are oddly delicious.
So I walked away from the snack aisle and kept saying to myself- what goes with chives, what would I add chives to? Wait pasta- it’s papparedelle. So I ran over to the fresh pasta section and grabbed a packet. Sauce? What was the sauce?
I went back to the veggie aisle and looked- what kind of sauce was I making? And I saw basil- and I remembered pesto…but it wasn’t an herby pesto…what was the main ingredient?
Peas. It was a spring pea pesto with chives and ricotta cheese and lemon.
Yay me. I had the ingredients for dinner.
But did we need any staples? Was there anything we were out of that I needed to buy? I played the final jeopardy theme in my head, giving myself the thirty second countdown I so needed to jostle my brain.
Coffee creamer! Yes! We needed creamer.
OK. I counted the number of items in my basket. Six items. But I think there were seven things on my list. What was the last thing?
Devil kept saying flaming cheetoes…
Thinking and trying not to pick up flaming cheetoes….
And then- a voice from the heavens…
Non fat, vanilla greek yogurt.
Non fat, vanilla, Greek yogurt. I can eat lunch tomorrow when I mix the yogurt with the strawberries I got at the farmer’s market…
I did a little dance as I waltzed back over to dairy- not even annoyed that I went back and forth across the store a thousand times. (OK- I was a little annoyed- it’s a big store) I felt like I was in a musical. Everything was coming up groceries….
I sauntered up to the check out line- thrilled that I had passed this pop quiz of remembering all the things I needed to buy…
And reminded myself that I can do anything that I set my mind to if I want it bad enough. Today it was the grocery list, but who knows what tomorrow will bring…