For the most part, I like to think I demonstrate a healthy measure of self-control. For instance, I’ve learned to avoid getting groceries while ravenous and that shopping for a new wardrobe after consuming a few cocktails is not always the brightest idea (although that leather jacket really does go with everything).
But catch me in the checkout aisles of a certain department store where the latest “As Seen On TV” culinary tools and toys are displayed, and I’m put to the test. I mean, who can honestly resist a vegetable spiralizer named The Veggetti?
milk & marigolds 