We've gotten lazy, and that's not a complaint. I remember how crazy hectic, and that's an understatement, life was once Hubs and I added kids to the mix. Maybe I'm aging myself, but that was in the days when you started the day with a list of errands, actually had to pack up the car and the kids and the diaper bags and the stroller, go out to each and every store, and pat your exhausted self at the end of the day if you got halfway through it. AND did laundry and made dinner.
It's not that way any more. And although I've heard people say that we are becoming a secluded, sedentary society sitting in the house ordering this and that, let me tell you, this convenience does not preclude going out. We can always go for walks, meet friends for lunch, go to a game, join a club . . . The less time we spend out doing chores, the more time we can be out doing things that make us smile. Works for me.
Ahh, the chores that can be accomplished over a cup of coffee these days. Food can now be delivered right to your door in pretty much any form: groceries, or ingredients with a recipe, or even fully pre-made meals. PurDude does this one (despite the fact that I fully outfitted his kitchen). He won't let me package meals for him but orders them through a service. I'm not insulted. OK, I am). No more trips to the drug store, those too can be ordered online for delivery. Pet food and toys, yeah, these days I wouldn't be fighting a 20# bag of dog food into the car while balancing kids on my hips. I can get books from the local library sent right to my kindle, and they even disappear when my borrow time is up. I order a ballot through the election commission and vote by mail, no longer waiting in 2 hour lines. And don't think small either, you can actually order a car shipped right to, you guessed it, your front door (well, I assume your driveway, but you get the idea).
As far as we've come in home delivery though, there's still (always) further to go. Here are my top five wishes for the continued evolution of the home delivery craze:
~ Gas. The car kind, we've got plenty of the other colorless (but sadly not odorless) flammable vapor around, thank you very much. But when it comes to pumping gas I just hate it in the winter. Or in the rain. If someone could just work out bringing it to the house, that would be great. I'll open the garage door, even pull the car out to make it easier to fill the tank. Oh, and while you're here, want to check the oil? And the coolant? You'll wash the windshield too, right?
~ Jury duty. There are people who don't mind doing it and people who do. There are those who never get called and those, like me, who get called on a regular basis. The main reason I moan, groan, put it off and try to get out of it is the time and place. The courthouse, at which I have to arrive by 8:30 am, is 35 to 40 minutes away downtown, which is about an hour and a half in traffic at that time of the day. And there's no parking. I have to find a local parking garage and walk. Now if you'd like to bring the whole thing to my house, no problem. I'll hear you out, cast my deliberation vote, hell, I'll even serve treats. Then you can all pack up and move out to the next juror's house.
It's not that way any more. And although I've heard people say that we are becoming a secluded, sedentary society sitting in the house ordering this and that, let me tell you, this convenience does not preclude going out. We can always go for walks, meet friends for lunch, go to a game, join a club . . . The less time we spend out doing chores, the more time we can be out doing things that make us smile. Works for me.
Ahh, the chores that can be accomplished over a cup of coffee these days. Food can now be delivered right to your door in pretty much any form: groceries, or ingredients with a recipe, or even fully pre-made meals. PurDude does this one (despite the fact that I fully outfitted his kitchen). He won't let me package meals for him but orders them through a service. I'm not insulted. OK, I am). No more trips to the drug store, those too can be ordered online for delivery. Pet food and toys, yeah, these days I wouldn't be fighting a 20# bag of dog food into the car while balancing kids on my hips. I can get books from the local library sent right to my kindle, and they even disappear when my borrow time is up. I order a ballot through the election commission and vote by mail, no longer waiting in 2 hour lines. And don't think small either, you can actually order a car shipped right to, you guessed it, your front door (well, I assume your driveway, but you get the idea).
As far as we've come in home delivery though, there's still (always) further to go. Here are my top five wishes for the continued evolution of the home delivery craze:
~ Gas. The car kind, we've got plenty of the other colorless (but sadly not odorless) flammable vapor around, thank you very much. But when it comes to pumping gas I just hate it in the winter. Or in the rain. If someone could just work out bringing it to the house, that would be great. I'll open the garage door, even pull the car out to make it easier to fill the tank. Oh, and while you're here, want to check the oil? And the coolant? You'll wash the windshield too, right?
~ Jury duty. There are people who don't mind doing it and people who do. There are those who never get called and those, like me, who get called on a regular basis. The main reason I moan, groan, put it off and try to get out of it is the time and place. The courthouse, at which I have to arrive by 8:30 am, is 35 to 40 minutes away downtown, which is about an hour and a half in traffic at that time of the day. And there's no parking. I have to find a local parking garage and walk. Now if you'd like to bring the whole thing to my house, no problem. I'll hear you out, cast my deliberation vote, hell, I'll even serve treats. Then you can all pack up and move out to the next juror's house.
Apple Nutella Pockets
~ The winning lottery ticket. Don't waste your time bringing me any of those losers, and I'm not even paying you to bring me one of the low dollar winners either, I want a yacht, a Maserati and a French Chateau.
~ Cash. I can deposit checks from home, pay bills from home, but for those few times when I actually need cash? Show me the money. And do it at my front door.
~ Grown kids. Yeah, PurDude lives downtown, works there too (although not for long {{sob}}), has a car that I gave him and gas that I pay form yet I just don't see him enough. Once a week initially, now we're at about once every other week. Coincidentally the change occurred at about the time he took the kegerator from his frat, that had been stored at our house, and moved it to his apartment, but I digress. If only there were a service to bring him to me whenever I want. Just pick him up, throw him in the back of a truck or something (I'll leave the details to the experts) and deliver him to his mama.
What about you? Anything you want to add to the convenience of home delivery list?
Apple Nutella Pockets
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Printable Recipe
Ingredients:
2 apples of your choice, cored, peeled and finely chopped
3/4 cup walnuts, chopped
1/4 cup brown sugar
3/4 tsp cinnamon
2 tubes refrigerated cinnamon roll dough
8 tsp Nutella
Directions:
*Chop the apples and mix with the walnuts, brown sugar and 3/4 tsp cinnamon. NOTE: You can do this part a day ahead of time, cover and refrigerate.
*Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Grease a 9 X 13 baking pan.
*Set aside the glaze and individually roll out the cinnamon rolls (works best if you place a piece of wax paper over each before rolling) to about 4 1/2 inch circles. Place about 1/2 tsp Nutella into the center of each. Divide the apple mixture evenly among all 16 of the rolls. Pull the sides up to the top and twist, then pinch to close.
*Space evenly into the prepared pan and bake for 25 minutes.
*Allow to cool slightly, then drizzle with the glaze if desired.
