I went to Southern Cross Supplies in Marrickville today to buy a sack of bread flour.
As I walked past the clearance pallet, I noticed two large bags of Australian sea salt, marked down to $5 each. If you’re ever there, take a peak at the items outside the office door – there are often huge bargains to be had. I’ve picked up everything from foil chocolate cups to torn bags of bread flour, all at heavily discounted prices (cash only).
As I was driving home, I tried to figure out how I was going to explain it to Pete. Big Boy brought the bag in for me, and left it next to the stove.
Then my darling husband walked into the kitchen…
Pete: “What the f…?!”
Me: “It was $5!! It was a torn bag..”
Pete: “You shouldn’t have taken it even if it was free. What are we going to do with it?”
Me: “We might need it for trading when the next Bedouin caravan comes through..”
Pete: “Babe, you bought 25 kilos of salt…”
Me: “It’s ok! We’ll be ready for the zombie apocalypse now!”
Pete: “Right…if we’re attacked by zombie snails…”
Me: “Kiss me on the head so that I know you still love me…”
Pete: (sighs) “I still love you, you mad woman…” ♥
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I reckon I could have gotten away with buying both bags…but it’s probably too late now.
But you know what? For the last 33 years, my life has been filled with conversations like this every single day. Full of laughter and teasing and deep affection, even at the hardest of times. I feel like the luckiest woman in the world.
And opening the sack to discover that the locally produced “kiln dried flossy salt” was perfect for baking? Well, that was just icing on the cake!