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Company went home

I've been on radio silence this weekend. My parents came to visit, and I really enjoyed them this trip. The weekend was mostly about visiting, shopping, and going to dinner. I even wound up at Bed Bath & Beyond. Nobody offered us a lotus cake, and we were able to actually leave before the bank account was empty.

My wife and my mother had to visit Trader Joe's for some cookie butter. This stuff is pretty good, and is similar to peanut butter. They don't have such things in Mom's small town, so it's a treat for her. I used the opportunity to slip away to a new brewery for a pint of Porter. The timing was about perfect. We all met back at the car at the same time.

We delayed our dinner out to watch American Pharoah win the Triple Crown. This is such a rare event that I'm glad we took the time. It was absolutely thrilling, and I see online that several of you paused to watch too.

After my parents drove away, I sprayed a little Sevin on the flowerbeds, and my fruit trees. This is the bug killer for vegetable gardens, so it's pretty mild stuff. Now it's just me and my iPad.

I am researching the book promotion sites you so generously provided. Part of me wants to sign up for all of them at once. I'm just anal enough to use one at a time and track the results for future reference. By the end of today I'll jump ahead with one of them. Thank you for your tips.

As far as the rest of my day, I'll probably read a book. I may add the final bits to a short story I'm writing, or an index card to one of my outlines.

Here's an update on another side project that might be good for some debate. I am going back through Wild Concept, and here's why. I wrote a short story for Lisa Burton, the robot girl. This will be part of my book of short stories one day. I decided to revisit Wild Concept just on the off chance that someone goes there after reading the short story.

It's a mess! I wrote this in 2008 and 2009. It appears that I've learned some things since then. I've been bouncing around like a ping pong ball about it ever since. Part of me thinks unpublishing it might be the best thing to do. Part of me wants to fix it.

This story has a great character and her story arc is solid. The plot and themes are great. It's my skill set that was lacking. So what's a writer to do? This story isn't nearly as well written as Will O' the Wisp.

I've invested a lot in Lisa Burton. She is a regular on this blog, and I've even bought some updated art to use occasionally. There is more coming, and it's going to be fun, it's even interactive to a degree. More on that later.

I decided to correct what I can, as a reasonable edit, and upload that version. I'm leaving it available in the Kindle store. There may come a day when I look back at Will O' the Wisp and feel the same way – because I've improved in the future half dozen years. I think unpublishing it is a descent into madness. At some point every book has its warts and flaws. (Maybe not quite this many.)

Lisa has become the spokes model for my writing career, and that's not something I'm willing to change. Steamboat Willy was a pretty awful cartoon, but Micky Mouse went on to bigger and better things. Walt Disney didn't fare too bad either.

On the plus side, it showed me how much I have learned since then. I work hard at this stuff, and take it pretty seriously. Apparently, you can teach an old dog new tricks.

Here's the point of debate today. What would you do? Is it best to never revisit the older stories? Would you do a complete rewrite? Hit unpublish? Edit it and write something new? Eat your cookie butter and pout? There is no right answer and what I chose might not be the right move for you. Let's discuss it.


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Another Saturday without new words of fiction

Old What’s Her Face* interrupted the jam session from my last post and wanted to go to town. She thought it was time to air me out.

We went to the new Boise Trader Joes. The hoopla died down, and we were able to find a parking space. We both are glad we checked it out, but don’t see what all the hype is about. The old Boise Co-op has more to offer, and they’re about to expand. It was more like checking something off our list than anything special.

I was good though, and frequent readers know what happens when I’m a good boy. We drove down the street to the new Woodland Empire Ale Craft shop. It’s one of Boise’s newest breweries. They didn’t have any food, but I threw in one of my old growlers, because I intended to be a good boy all along.

The beer there was wonderful. I sampled three and wished I’d brought my second growler too. I loved their milk stout, Belgian, and English bitter. The milk stout was my favorite, but they weren’t offering growlers of it. It was a tie between the other two. I don’t like hoppy beers, like IPAs. On the other hand, I’ve never met an English bitter (ESB) I didn’t like. Since ESB is rare, I took home a two liter growler of it.

But wait, there’s more. Old What’s Her Face was hungry. She’d been googling out in the truck. There is another new brewery around called The Edge Brewing, and its food is getting great reviews. I must have been really good at Trader Joes.

The Edge is kind of hard to find, but it’s worth trying. It had the best Reuben sandwich I’ve ever found in a restaurant ever. They brought out a basket of kettle chips while we waited, and they were great too. I drank a stout that rivaled Guinness, but didn’t best it. When our lunch arrived, my side was beer and cheese soup, and it was wonderful. Old What’s Her Face had the fries, and they were top notch too.

I ordered the Belgian triple, which had a cool name like badonkadonk monk. I felt bad for not being able to fill a growler with the Belgian at Woodland Empire. It was outstanding. I would return to The Edge just for the Belgian and the Reuben. But wait, there’s more.

When the waitress asked if we wanted dessert, we declined. They had a tiramisu they called beer-a-misu. I had to try something else. They made a strawberry rhubarb cider. Now I like the occasional cider, and how can you pass up something this quirky? It was really good. The flavors are present, but not overwhelming. It wasn’t like a glass of wine either, like some ciders.

The Edge is a winner. Your girl can drink cider while you enjoy the Belgian beer. (Unless she likes beer. Old What’s Her Face is a tea totaler) They were playing Irish pub music over the top of everything, and I could have stayed all day just for that.

All good things must come to an end. Old What’s Her Face decided I was sufficiently liquored up for a trip to Costco. She took my keys and drove from this point on. We spent too much, and that was probably the point of all that wonderful beer. My wife knows how to play the game.

Oh my God! It isn’t even my birthday, and Old What’s Her Face wants to go to Kahoots for dinner. It’s another beer oriented place, and has the best bread pudding around. Gotta go. 

* Not my wife’s actual name.


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