I know the candy and checkout lane knick knacks are positioned by big box analysts and managers to encourage spontaneous purchases. “I didn’t intend to buy a Milky Way and a root beer, but they were right there. Practically jumped into my cart.” However, here is a case where shoes found some host who ushered them into this primo location. Size 8. Now, in shoe stores, socks and shoe laces crowd the checkout area. But what kind of store–maybe a sock store?–would feature shoes in the checkout lane?
A second consecutive Halloween spent in Saint Clair Shores: up Yale Ave., down the next block to the south, cross the street, pursue the lit houses. is. masqueraded as a pixie this year. Or a fairy. Whichever, she was much bolder about marching up to people’s doors and asking for their best stuff, much surer about the hallowed protocols.
So that the sweet tooths of the house (my own included) would stop gnashing
at me about how little we have on hand to please (and also to rot) them, I
boiled together three half-batches of rock candy early this afternoon:
peppermint, anise, and cinnamon. Can you tell from the photo that I’ve
never made rock candy before?