My Heart Pitter Pattered
Literally my heart pitter pattered when I saw this amazing Autumn Harvest sauce was back at Trader Joe’s. I found this one last year on the recommendation of my best friend and ended up buying that shit in bulk because it was so damn delicious and I knew as a seasonal item, it would be gone SO fast.
Obviously I’m buying in up in bulk again not only so I can make the recipe I’ve linked into this blog but also because I would be an idiot to just leave it on the store shelf.
While I stock my cart, I have to tell you how I knew this recipe would be delicious before I even ate it.
San Diego gets Indian summers. Pretty much the summer is actually fairly mild and our hot weather doesn’t set in until everyone is knee deep in fall with leaves changes. We’ve had Thanksgivings of over 100 degrees. I don’t understand it, but it’s been that way since I’ve lived here.
Hot weather = nature coming into my backyard. Apparently. And I’m not here for it. But I know this time of year means scorpions (yes I did say that), spiders, mice, snakes, and all the things I would rather NOT see. I love nature. From behind a glass window where it can’t get to me (I blame too much time “camping” in the Army for that one).
I come home one day and notice a weird looking stick in my backyard and think hey that’s weird, wtf is that? Of course I go check it out thankfully without the puppies running after me, and discover it’s NOT a stick but a baby rattlesnake. Sunning itself. In my fucking yard.
Yes I screamed. I own it. I totally screamed.
Then I called every single professional entity I could think of, went to every single neighbor and called my mom (because duh that’s who I always call in a crisis) before I resigned myself to knowing I was going to have to call the fire department for snake removal. Because there was NO way I was going after that thing myself.
Why my hesitation in calling the fire department? When you have a sibling who works as a first responder, you know that you don’t ever want to be that person who calls 9-1-1 for something that you could’ve handled yourself. It’s embarrassing. AF. Kinda like the time I got stuck in an elevator in between floors and had to call the fire department to get me out but that’s a story for another blog.
Side note: I’m walking distance from the fire station. I don’t know how that’s relevant but it seems relevant.
Cut back to me lamenting about calling the fire department and then waiting for them to show up and successfully remove said snake. They did what they needed to do, crisis averted. They even showed Grace the snake (no thanks from me), let her climb around in the truck and gave her all kinds of swag (shout out to Station 57 who always hooks it up and is awesome with the kids).
On the way out, every single one of them commented on how whatever I was cooking sounded amazing and they wanted to know what it was and if it was going to be done soon so they could give it a try. If you don’t know, firefighters are fantastic cooks so I knew this one would be a total keeper.
Check it out for yourself though and let me know.
