In Sunday’s Parade Magazine, Alina F., from Philadelphia asks, “Does Martha Stewart ever order takeout?”
The answer is, “Oh I never do!”
This is another reason I’m not like Martha. Just last Friday, I had takeout twice. I picked up breakfast sandwiches at Panera Bread before work and after work I swung by the Filipino bakery for large containers of Pancit and Lumpia for dinner. This isn’t normal behavior for me, but Ms. Stewart, sh*t happens! Sometimes you have to get takeout!
Maybe sh*t doesn’t happen to Martha? There’s the bad sh*t like when the doctor’s appointment takes an hour longer than expected, Husband has to work late, it is 7:30 PM and you’re tired and you don’t even have cereal or eggs in the house, only chicken breasts and potatoes and Great Scott you don’t have time for that mess! Then there is the good sh*t like celebrating working with an awesome librarian and making it through a week of state mandatory testing, which was the reason for Friday’s breakfast. Or celebrating the visit of one of our favorite people, Daughter’s Boyfriend, by treating him to a cuisine he had never tried before, which was the reason for Friday’s dinner.
I guess if I was like Martha, I would be prepared for unexpected late dinners. For those meals when I want to show my love, I would weave my own napkins, fire my own plates and then prepare homemade breakfast sandwiches and Filipino food. I’m sure Martha knows, but I must be honest and confess, I’m not sure if bagels grow on bushes, like blueberries, or trees, like croissants. Are they are even in season? As for egg rolls, do you need a special chicken?
Does sh*t happen in your world? And when it does, do you get takeout?















