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The vegetarian portion of the household gets the majority of its groceries from Coborns' Delivers. We have been doing this since Coborns' was Simon's. Before that I went out on the bus to shop, but after one strenuous exertion to get everything into the house, I actually weighed the groceries to see if they were really heavy or if I was just whiny. Ninety pounds. All right, then.

In any case, I went out onto the porch to get the groceries in on Monday afternoon, and when I opened the first tote I thought they had given us the wrong order (this has happened once in about a decade) or at least one tote from somebody else's order (this has also happened just once, resulting in the contribution to the downstairs of a collection of strange but sometimes delectable foods like frozen waffles, breakfast sausages, and some kind of strange roll). The top item was a plastic box of blueberry mini-muffins, with a sticker on it saying "Oops! We were out of the item you ordered and substituted this." I had not ordered anything for which a box of mini-muffins could be considered a substitute. I checked the packing list, which did mention that they had not delivered or charged me for a yellow bell pepper because they were out. This was fine; they'd been having a sale on red, yellow, and orange bell peppers and I'd gotten some of each on principle, not because I must have a yellow bell pepper. But obviously one does not substitute blueberry muffins for bell peppers of any color. I brought things in and put them away and checked the website to see if I had mistakenly ordered some kind of pastry, but of course the printed list was just taken from the website and there were no pastries thereon.

I put the package on top of the dishwasher and went to consult Raphael, who allowed as how it would be interesting to at least try a muffin before I offered them to the more omnivorous downstairs people. (We know from experience that we get to keep what is delivered in error, whether we want it or not.) I ended up eating one myself -- it was all right, but I prefer more blueberries in my blueberry muffins.

The cats had been having a hungry day, beginning with fussing at me from seven in the morning on and going right through to demanding food at hours they are not fed and being everlasting nuisances any time I was trying to eat something or even just stepped into the kitchen. I did give them extra treats, but the treats don't have many calories and were evidently insufficient. They get a quarter can of wet food each at around nine in the evening, and were in full-on trompling mode, walking on the laptop keyboard and chewing on the edge of the screen and knocking things off my desk, til I went into my bedroom and read a Sue Grafton book, which provided less scope for demonstrations. Saffron did steal the bookmark and murder it, but she may do that even when not hungry. When it was time I gave them the wet food, which did not prevent their sitting upright and intrigued on either side of the computer while I ate the late dinner that Raphael had produced. This dinner was actually vegan, but they wanted it anyway.

They followed me into the kitchen when I took my empty plate in, so I rinsed it carefully and put it in a stack of others. They didn't come back to the office with me, but shortly I heard an alarming crackly slam, as of a breakable object hitting the floor, followed by a series of exclamations from Raphael. I ran in and was asked to "CORRAL THEM" so that Raphael could pick up the mess. I was fearing broken glass, but evidently a plastic tray full of blueberry muffins makes quite a racket on a wood floor. I put Cassie through the door into the cat-sitting room, but she went back into the kitchen while I was securing Saffron. A second try netted me Cass while Saffron prudently retired to the top of the cat tree and looked innocent, so I shut the door on them. Four muffins were still in the box, so we kept those and Raphael put the rest, in various stages of disintegration, into the organics recycling, peeling off the paper cups where they had not already been savaged by cat teeth. R's primary concern had been that Cassie, after giving a muffin a killing shake, had been gnawing at the paper.

When things were cleared up I opened the door again and they both rushed in and cleaned every minute particle of muffin or paper from the floor.

They were of course entirely unrepentant, and once Raphael was over the worry that Cassie would bolt a lot of paper and then return it in a nastier form to the carpet, we had a good laugh over the killing shake. No muffin will ever harm us while Cass is around.

Pamela

Date: 2017-01-09 07:26 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] commodorified
Oh KITTENS

Date: 2017-01-09 09:14 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fiddledragon
I remember getting substitutes (that we weren't charged for) many times when we used Simon Delivers. I suppose it spoiled me (because sometimes we ended up getting to try things we wouldn't have thought to order...for free!) because they *don't* do that with Stop N Shop's delivery service. So it's a little sad when we get our order, and know there are never going to be surprises.

Date: 2017-01-09 09:40 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] kore
sick with flu right now so not that coherent, but so delighted to see you here! And KITTENS.

(Also Sue Grafton rocks)

Date: 2017-01-09 09:59 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] minnehaha
You can put paper that has been in contact with food in our city organics recycling. Pizza boxes, muffin wrappers, paper egg cartons, used paper towels, even vacuum cleaner bags: it all goes.

K.

Date: 2017-01-09 11:05 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] centuryplant
The city's organics recycling program doesn't want wax, butcher, or parchment paper, though, because they can contain small amounts of plastic. (Apparently they changed their minds about this *after* printing up refrigerator magnets.) I wasn't sure if muffin papers would be in the same category or not.

Date: 2017-01-10 01:24 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] minnehaha
Ah. I hadn't heard. I think we are still using the rules of the pilot program, which we've been in for all this time.

K. [thanks]

Date: 2017-01-09 10:53 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] azurelunatic
Cats!

I once knew a cat who very much loved bread, and any doughnut she could get her fangs in.

Date: 2017-01-10 07:14 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] centuryplant
Mere hours after Cassie's brave defense of our kitchen:

Flaming load of muffins closes South Shore highway

Date: 2017-01-10 12:17 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mrissa
"Snapping the neck of a muffin" sounds like a good metaphor for a lot of American business activity.

Date: 2017-01-12 03:20 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] 17catherines
It's so good that your cats keep you safe from muffins.

Date: 2017-01-18 10:00 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ravurian
I honestly thought this story was going to end with the discovery that the muffins were actually for the cats...

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