The long-awaited Wegmans grocery store finally opened at 7 a.m. today, and my friend April and i were there, with about a zillion other people. (Let it be known that normally on Sunday i'm not usually even stirring for a couple more hours.) It's a fantastic store, a foodie's delight, plus the necessities are well-priced, the produce is beautiful and much of it is organic and/or locally grown, and the bakery is to die for. And they make REAL bagels, the kind that go into a boiling water bath before sliding onto a conveyor belt trip through the oven. The store also has a well-deserved reputation for treating its employees among the best in the industry.
One of the things that i got was a "Caribbean lime" rotisserie chicken...for $4.99! All of my purchases fit into two big Wegman's reusable shopping bags, which with their club card were only 99 cents each. I put the two bags full of groceries down on the kitchen floor and dashed off to the bathroom, from where i heard the unmistakeable sound of a bag being knocked over and plastic rustling.
First we see the great huntress (Gingy on the left) crouching over her prey in its covert. Note the male of the species (Fuzzy on the right), waiting for the prey to be brought down.
Then we see that Gingy has extracted the prey from its lair and is busily plucking its feathers, er, tearing off shreds of the plastic bag, revealing the chicken in all its glory. Of course i rescued the chicken from her tender mercies. I think if i had given her enough time she probably could have figured out how to break in to the plastic container around the chicken. (Yes, of course i gave them all some chicken!)