Tomorrow is Senior Day at the Palace of Food, which has become a monthly ritual with D & L & I with the continuing deterioration of the crappy little food market in the crappy little town nearest where I live. I eat a lot of eggs, and lately I’ve been stockpiling eggs by the month because they’re a lot less heartbreakingly expensive at the Palace of Food than locally. I knew by this weekend that I wasn’t quite going to make it through to Senior day on the current stockpile, but didn’t worry about it to the point of rationing because I could pick up a dozen on Monday. Right? Because I’m a putz.
This happens so often as not to come as any surprise. And why I just naturally assumed it wouldn’t happen this week, being the worst possible time, is just a proof that I never got over my cockeyed optimism in the face of reality.
So this morning…
Last of the Mohicans, baby. I missed it by one day. I’ll have to get creative with tomorrow’s breakfast.
Have you ever tried tuna and oatmeal ? Half a cup of oatmeal and a tuna envelope mixed after oatmeal is cooked is one of my favorite breakfasts. Sounds strange as Hell though.
That does sound extremely strange, yes.
I’ll stay with production of my own home grown butt nuggets.
Also a bit strange: I used to heat a can of Campbell’s Chicken Noodle soup for breakfast. That would carry me through easily to a late lunch (sometimes, working “in the field”, NO lunch), quick and easy to do.