Hello, and welcome to another rousing round of Saturday Steals!
To participate, simply:
1) Steal a steal.
2) Write a post about it on your blog, mentioning that you’re participating in Saturday Steals (you can steal the above image if you so desire), and
3) Add the link to said post to the list at the bottom of this post.
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During my senior (Grade 12, Canadians) year at the hallowed Westwood High, I was forced, along with all my fellow seniors, to take a course in economics.
On the first day of the semester, I walked into class with high hopes: despite the fact that I hated any and all topics related to the word “economic,” I knew it was going to be an excellent class because I had the good fortune to land the awesomest econ teacher in the whole school—Mr. I’ve Long Since Forgotten That Dude’s Name But He Looked Like Chris Farley.
Only imagine, if you will, my shock and dismay to find that Mr. Whomever had his own good fortune of being assigned a student teacher that year! And I’ve forgotten her name, too! And she was not so awesome!
It became a horrid class, and the only thing I took away from those four months of my life (besides the affinity for Evian™ bottles {thanks Afton}) was the phrase, “There’s no such thing as a free lunch.”
Nothing’s ever completely free in this life. Maybe that Chic-fil-A™ deluxe chicken sandwich with extra pickles was free to you (and really, if you had to dress like a cowboy to get it, was it even all that free?), but somebody had to pay for it. Maybe the Chic-fil-A™ corporation got that particular batch of chicken free from a new supplier, but the supplier had to pay to slaughter and de-bone those momma hens.
There’s no such thing as a free lunch, dadgummit, so just you wipe that silly little smirk off your face and HAND IN YOUR ESSAY! It’s TWO DAYS LATE!
I really hated that student teacher.
Anyway, I got a free lunch today. Free to me, not to my mother-in-law. She is usually good to celebrate milestones in my life with me, such as completing yet another round of higher education, and this milestone was no exception.
We went to Broxburn Café for a locally-grown organic feast, the likes of which even the strictest of granolas would be proud to digest:
See that salad? Made from absolutely the tenderest butter lettuce I’ve ever noshed on in my life. And those tomatoes? Tasted like candy. And the peppers and shrimp and mangoes in that herb-infused wrap? And that strawberry ranch salad dressing (it sounds pukey but tasted like Handel’s Messiah)? And, and, and? It was all delicious.
And it was all free.
(To me.)
Such a simple steal, but one worth mentioning, I’d say. For all you locals, I highly recommend you take your mothers-in-law to Broxburn soon, before winter is upon us (eek) and summer is but a shadow of sunful glories past.
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And now it’s your turn! Add your steal to the link list below. It will be open from now until Sunday at 11:59 p.m.
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