Today I went to Kroger carrying a list. There were approximately 8 items on the list. I had forgotten to write down toilet paper, but fortunately remembered we needed some (just put the last roll on the holder). But. . . I left the store without purchasing an item on the list. Only 8 items to buy, and I missed one.
Before Kroger, Allie and I stopped by the library. I picked up two books I had placed on hold. One of them is The Cookbook Collector. When I received the email notice that this book was in, I had no recollection of placing it on hold, and not paying much attention, my initial thought was that it was a cookbook, most likely vegetarian. Well, it's a novel. Fiction. Not a cookbook. I didn't realize this until I got home. Apparently, I knew this when I put in the hold request. It would have been obvious then. But that memory's gone.
Is this what middle age brings?
I can remember in detail things that happened years ago. But last week, two months back, anything recent, I might need some refreshment.
On another note, here's a recipe I tried this weekend. I ♥ pumpkin recipes, and it's a winner. I also ♥ Ina Garten. She seems so calm.
[I did substitute allspice for the ginger, and margarine for the butter.
I also used regular table salt.]
[at least that's how I remember making them!]