How Not to Buy a Gallon of MIlk
Don’t take your children to the grocery store too close to lunch time just to buy a gallon of milk.
If you are then waiting in line for 15 minutes at the store’s cafe for $1 hot dogs, you should just leave.
Accept the help of the older mom who picks up your toddler slithering on the ground under the tables, especially if you are holding a crying baby and also three hot dogs.
You can still eat the watermelon that falls out of your trunk and cracks in half.
Honestly pay whatever it takes to have your groceries delivered.
Welcome to Editor & Chef, the mostly coherent epicurean ramblings of an occasionally mad woman.
I’m Allison East. I run a small literary agency called North Parade Press, and I love to cook and write. I work primarily as a book designer, occasionally as a literary agent, and a lot as a mother. My newsletters are often personal essays on cooking and reading. I’m deeply inspired by Nora Ephron, Laurie Colwin, Julia Child, Madeleine L’Engle, MFK Fisher, and Robert Farrar Capon.
I am married to Mitchell East, we have three beautiful children and we live outside of Oklahoma City. In my wildest dreams, I’d run a gourmet shoppy shoppe in the Cotswolds and write spiritual memoirs probably.
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