How can I tell? Sure, the calendar gives a clue, but even without that, all the catalogs are rolling in — Plow & Hearth, Wind Song Hammacher Schlemmer, Novica, Smithsomian, National Geographic, Orvis, Woolrich, The Company Store, L.L. Bean, and the best of all — Bass Pro and Cabela’s.
Okay, those are nice, but the catalogs I really, really want are the ones from Burpee, Park Seed, Gurney’s, etc. I know where to buy a flannel shirt or a pair of shearling slippers for a family member for Christmas without having a hard copy catalog. I know where to order gourmet chocolates for my other half’s office for Chanukah. It’s the seed catalogs that really rock my socks; they’re plant porn! It’s all about what could be next summer. I can dream, right?
On another note, we got a menu from a (supposedly) Chinese place a town away from us that actually delivers. Really? Nobody else around here delivers w/o GrubHub as the middleman. The thing about the menu is that it’s not really Chinese. It’s pan-Asian. Some dishes are Chinese. Some are Japanese. Some are Thai, and at least one is more Malaysian than anything else. Nothing on it is Vietnamese, though. That’s a shame; I’d love a quart of Pho. Parking in the center of that town to fetch a “pick-up” order is brutal, and is best avoided. Still, we’ll have to try it at least once. I don’t mind tipping the driver, as long as delivery cost no extra.