Chop shop

This afternoon, I tested out my achey legs by going on a short run to pick up some shopping for Mr R.

As I'd helped him before, I was familiar with where to pick up the bits on his list (and engaged my relatively dormant carnivore brain to pick out some lush looking pork chops). I was flattered that the brief enabled me to pick the pasta shapes for Mr R - I went conchiglie because they're terribly exciting.

I dropped off the goods with Mr R, and scampered home. Mission accomplished!