I baked a cinnamon streusel coffee cake early this afternoon. Then, went to Costco for one or two things and came home with four or five. (The eggs were $5.79, but that was for a dozen and a half; the Diamond Crystal salt was 37 cents a pound; the pint of Kirkland vanilla, as yet unaffected by the Trump tariffs, was $10; and the Kerry Gold butter and the Rao's marinara sauce both had sale prices that put them below those on supermarket shelves (less than $6 a pound for the former and less than $5 a quart jar for the latter).
As mentioned above, the coffee cake was made with cinnamon, but our open container of Kirkland (again) cinnamon, although it contained enough for the cake, was at a low level that made it difficult to reach with a measuring spoon. The answer was readily at hand, though.
Both PG and I save glass jars just for occasions like this. There's a shelf in the pantry that holds a dozen or more jelly jars, home canning jars, and other glass containers, and from the stack I picked out one that had held Bonne Maman preserves.
Maybe a visitor would wonder, but maybe not, if they understood that's how both of us were raised. Our mothers and fathers had to quit school in their early teens and were thereafter blocked from high-paying jobs, which is why they insisted that their children get as much education as possible. My mother said again and again that when you had an education, nobody could take it away from you.
I got there in a roundabout way, which I can attribute to being the first in the family to go to college, but the inexperience that led me to take the scenic route on the road to a diploma also resulted in lasting memories of interesting detours. That was back when a young person and average student could pay for college with federal grants without signing up for student loan debt. Any advice I might give now based on that era is as out of date as cookbooks from the 19th Century.
Supper was homemade pizza, washed down with Pepsi, which I've otherwise given up to keep my blood sugar score out of triple digits. It tasted terrific. I'll be craving it for days to come.
Rather than buy Pepsi in bulk, which would be a mighty temptation, I got two cold 20-ounce bottles at Wawa. The price was $2.59 each, or two 20's for $4.00. (Don't want to forget that I saw a caramel Lindt bar at Wawa and picked one up for PG.)
That's enough detail about the past day. Time to go upstairs.
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