Papa Murphy's

I think I have made it quite plain that I dislike getting groceries. The only thing I think I dislike more is putting them away.

I think I had been preconditioned by my mother. When we were kids, the grocers in our little town of Ritzville cheerfully delivered groceries. She would call them up, giving explicit directions about the ripeness of the bananas, or whatever. Then a half hour of so later, there would be a knock on the back door and the grocery man - often the proprietor himself - would be standing there with a cardboard box full of groceries. If I'm remembering right, she ran a tab and Dad would pay the grocery bill once a month.

Later after my Grandfather Lyman had retired, we moved out to the farm. And not too long after that Sister Sherry got her driver's license and became the grocery shopper. Later after they retired and moved into Moses Lake, I often saw Dad doing the grocery shopping. So I guess I come by my aversion to grocery shopping honestly.

I am always tired after dealing with the groceries and the last thing I want to do is cook supper. I would often find something at the deli to serve. But now, there is a new Papa Murphy's just up the road from the Safeway store. The last few week's we have stopped and had a Take and Bake pizza made for supper. It has made life much easier. Their smallest pizza, the medium, is enough for supper and for breakfast the next morning. It's a good deal.