Remember when you turned 21 and stopped at a 7-eleven just to get a Zima because you were so excited to get carded? And, for awhile, you got a little thrill each time you had to show the waiter your drivers license when imbibing? Until one day you’re at the grocery store in your old sweatpants and spit-up stained shirt, hair all stuck up in a ponytail, toddler running berserk around the candy display, buying a bottle of cheap wine and the cashier picks up the bottle, gives you one look, and checks you out without a mention of ID. And you realize, wow, I look over 30?
Yeah, that moment happened a long time ago for me.
I don’t even think about it anymore, not getting carded. But when I do get asked to show proof I’m over 21? It’s a little shocking, if you really want to know the truth.
Last week I went to Costco and purchased, among other things, an industrial-sized bag of toilet paper, eight pounds of butter, and two bottles of the best tasting cheapest wine on the market. And I got carded.
My first thought was, he must have to card everyone.
Then he told me I didn’t look a day over 22, at which point I burst out laughing. (I know he was probably kidding.)
And then he asked me my secret to having such young looking skin.
Duh, dude. Look in the cart. Wine and butter, fruit of the Gods, the fountain of youth.
You know what else belongs in that category? Peanut butter and chocolate.
And caramel. Surprise!
Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Caramel Surprise Cookies