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| Pretty empty. But not desperate-empty. At least two more meals. |
My family may think I am trying to starve them. If they do, they're kind enough not to comment.
In this corner Taylor: weighing in at ... never mind. In the other corner: The Refrigerator.
Sometimes I play a game of chicken against my refrigerator. It usually happens after we return home from vacation and I am off-schedule. Chicken, as in: how low can the food level drop toward desperation before I actually break down and load the grocery cart? I know I need to start gearing up for competition when moans of, "there's nothing to eat" start radiating from the kitchen.
It's a fun game kids! Breakfast is nearly-mealy apples slathered in peanut butter with a mini marshmallow on top. Yum! Julian needs a bagged lunch for camp? Cheese Stick Quesadilla with a side of sliced bell pepper. Awesome!
I normally do the bulk of my shopping one day a week, hand written list in-hand, and if I forget something I just get it when I need it. Fresh basil. TP. Emergency pint of Ben & Jerry's for a friend. You get the gist. Playing chicken is like my families very own food competition show. We love those shows! I'm the home cook with a heart of gold competing with a limited pantry, my lucky kids are the panel judges and my prize is a trip to the store to fill my refrigerator. I always come out the winner. Or maybe the panel just doesn't want to buy and make the food themselves.
They'll survive.
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| Cheese Stick Quesadilla when you run out of cheese during the competition. |
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