Since I’m a frugal Yankee, my gym is Shaw’s
Supermarket. I’ve gotten to know the
staff so I have the same camaraderie I’d get in a gym I had to pay for. I go early when the aisles are free of
shoppers, and I walk briskly seven times around, which I estimate to be a
mile. It’s just as good as a treadmill. When
I’ve finished the seventh lap, I get a cart and go around again.
Being there early, I find bargains. There’s a spot at the end of the meat counter
where they put the stuff that didn’t sell, and the other day I found two veal
chops that had been discounted deeply. They started at $7.00 each, but this isn’t
Whole Foods, and they languished. They were marked down to $5.00 – still no
takers. Now they had manager’s special
stickers deducting $3:00 from the lowest marked price so the $7.00 chops were
$2.00 each. How could I resist?
We pan-broiled the chops in a cast iron skillet, the kind my
grandmother called a spider. Then
Annette made a sauce using pan drippings deglazed with wine and Cognac. She
thickened it with heavy cream.
We had the
chops for lunch accompanied by asparagus and a lovely Rosé D’Anjou. When I thought
how much this luncheon would cost in a fine restaurant, I felt smug.
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