Ah nuts.

This morning I got up and had every intention of going into work to get caught up on some stuff and since I don't have the fancy pass to get in on the weekends I had to borrow someone else's and annoyingly I get all the way over there and turns out her pass doesn't work either.

Totally frustrating, only slightly less so as the office is a little less than half a mile from my house.

But still, you know.

So I went food shopping instead. And what a mistake that was. I spent a golden goose egg on pretty much nothing, and let me tell you why.

Well for starters I have PMS. This means that I have the hungry horrors but unfortunately I have no idea what to stuff the ol'piehole with. Do I want a 47 layer chocolate cake? Hmmmm, no. Do I want two fried eggs on toast with sausages? Hmmmmm, no. What about a lobster dinner? Hmmmmm, no. Or a garlic pizza? Hmmmm, no. Oh wait, what about a hot fudge sundae with all the trimmings? Hmmmm, no.

I want everything and nothing. Curses!

Then I went shopping off my rhythm. Mentally I was prepared for working, not for food shopping. I didn't even have a list. And let me tell you that without a list I am a shopping disaster. The only thing I could remember going into this venture was that I needed to buy stuff for Mom's birthday breakfast tomorrow and that I needed more dried fruit for my morning cereal.

Uh oh.

So let's look at the shopping bags shall we? Well let's see, in the first bag there are a couple of clementines, a lemon, some onions, garlic, two boxes of pasta, three cans of diced tomatoes, a cauliflower, a bag of diced dried fruit, shredded mozzarella, a jar of powdered garlic, popcorn kernels, peanut butter, Earth Balance, and a bag of carrots. In the bag for Mom's breakfast there's a carton of orange juice, a slab of smoked salmon, about 2 pounds of bacon, a package of sausages, eggs, cream, a jug of apple cider, and some milk.

Note the lack of potato chips, Funyuns, Phish food, or even a roasted chicken, all stuff I really wanted. And I kind of feel like now I only have half the ingredients for anything I want to make, like a 47 layer chocolate cake for example.

Ack. PMS. Ack Ack.


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