After 2 years of buying nothing that couldn't be shipped through amazon or drugstore.com, I went a little crazy back home. I think I went to Target 4 or 5 times (my mom was laughing at me because I was overwhelmed at the wide selection of kids' bandages and I had to come back another day to choose). I went to Old Navy. Macys. Costco. The health food store. Bath and Body Works. Joanne's Fabrics. And so on...
My proudest purchase? I bought 3 of those gigantic 72-oz bags of chocolate chips at Costco. We bake a lot, and thus go through chocolate chips at the rate of a bag a week - at 5 dollars for an 18-oz bag in Beijing, it gets pretty pricey. For the low, low price of $11.95, the U.S. Postal Service shipped that box of chips to me here.
The box o chips was waiting for us when we arrived, and I was ecstatic. Oh, the cookies! The fudge! The chocolate chip pumpkin bread that awaits us! I immediately set to work making chocolate chip cookies. (Hey, it was 3 a.m. and I was wide awake. Why not be wide awake and munching on warm cookies?)
I opened the box and found that apparently the U.S. Postal Service had decided to bake those cookies for me. All 3 bags of chips were melted and fused together into bricks of chocolate. I whacked the bags on the counter. I hit them with heavy objects. I finally resorted to running one bag through the food processor. It is now a 72-oz bag of chocolate dust.
I am not happy. Bad, bad U.S. Postal Service. They must've had those boxes sitting on a tarmac somewhere for an entire day.
Whatever. Chocolate dust is better than regular dust, and so I made chocolate dust brownies instead. And here I am for the second night in a row, awake at an ungodly hour in the middle of the night. Eating homemade chocolate dust cookie brownie things.
On balance, I'd have to say: life is good.