Recently, I went on an epic quest for a rather mundane kitchen implement.
I just needed a rolling pin.
We should have had two, but after vigorous searching, it soon became clear that we either didn’t bring it in the last move, or placed it somewhere very stupid where it likely won’t be found until we move again. But I had already mixed ingredients, and had everything nearly ready, and so I set off for T.J. Maxx in the Westgate shopping plaza, thinking there was likely one there.
After intensely scrutinizing the kitchen shelves, walking slowly through the aisles two times in total, it became clear that T.J. Maxx did not have one.
Slightly disappointed, I decided to do the sensible thing and go up Jackson Road to the Meijer right past Zeeb. For those not from Ann Arbor, this trip takes approximately 10 – 15 minutes, depending on traffic. I took the trip cheerfully enough – a little annoyed I had to trek up Jackson Road, but calmed by the certainty that Meijer would have what I needed. After all, Meijer generally has everything you might want or need for baking purposes.
Except after walking through the grocery entrance and veering off to the right, I came across yellow caution tape and empty shelves where the baking implements used to be. There was a shoddy assortment on the back shelf which I walked through twice – no rolling pin.
I found an employee, who explained that the store was re-arranging that entire session, and if it wasn’t out, they didn’t have it.
I searched the center aisle displays – no rolling pin.
My belief in Meijer’s competence waned as I power-walked out of the store, checking the time on my phone. 6:46. If I hurried, I could check Home Goods, literally right across the street from the T.J. Maxx where my search had started. I waited for another driver to take forever backing out of their parking space. 6:48. I was pretty sure Home Goods was open until 7 – If I hurried, and if I was lucky, I could check Home Goods. If I was even luckier, Home Goods would have one.
I carefully drove 2 – 5 miles over the speed limit down Jackson Road, pulling into a parking space in front of Home Goods at 6:57.
I power walked into the store, where I was greeted cheerfully by a door greeter, and espied the “Kitchen” sign hanging over his head.
I spied it on the second to last Kitchenware aisle. The tiniest rolling pin I had ever seen. Probably just a vanity thing intended to be gifted along with an adorable cookie cutter, a precious sugar cookie recipe. But it is made of wood, and looked like it would work.
Also, as it turned out, Home Goods is open until 9 now, so I wasn’t even one of those jerks keeping the store employees there after hours. Quest: Successful. Home Goods: forever has a good place in my heart. Baking: completed.