I had never been to a Costco before.  Well, I had been to a BJ’s Warehouse, but it was well over a decade ago, so when I had the chance to do the weekly shopping for the beach house with John, I jumped at the opportunity (plus I was in charge of Saturday night dinner, so it made sense for me to go).  John and I were shopping for 20 people, but as we wandered through the aisles of enormous jars of mustard and 2 lb blocks of cheese, I couldn’t help but wonder who else was shopping with us.  Folks with large families?  Who else could eat that much, really?  And even if you were buying six-packs of smaller canned goods or paper towels by the dozen, you had to have somewhere to stash them.  Unless I seriously cleaned out all of my closets, I could never store that much in my studio apartment.  I suppose that most of our fellow shoppers weren’t facing similar storage dilemmas.

Granted, not everything was in huge sizes, but I was strangely tempted by some of the things there simply because of their size.  I saw a woman with a five-gallon plastic jar of cheez balls which, for some reason, I wanted desperately.  Of course, after thinking about it for five minutes (and picturing cheez balls being thrown all over the house), I realized that it wasn’t the smartest purchase option.  Two cartfuls later, we were on our way back to the house on the ferry.  And boy, did I make some killer shrimp tacos (with a grilled pineaple salsa that is destined to become a house staple).  Pictures from the weekend are here.