I am in a food rut. Do you ever get in a food rut?
Normally I love to cook, I enjoy it, it’s another creative outlet. I love to feed people.
But right now, nothing sounds good. I can’t think of anything to cook. I don’t want to cook anything. No one wants to eat anything I cook even if I could think of something to cook. Honestly, I would be perfectly happy to not cook anything and not eat anything, but these people called my family, they want to eat. They are so needy.
And we are out of everything except for the stuff we don’t like, like the cans of little miniature corns (yuck) that have been in my pantry for three years. And the stuff that we do have needs one ingredient that we don’t have to make. Consequently I have been avoiding going to the grocery store. Wal-Mart stock has probably plummeted. Sorry Wal-Mart stockholders.
Today I could not put it off any longer. I had to go to the store and it was going to be painful. I just had no idea how painful.
Sean and I loaded up and braved the 120mph winds and went to Wal-Mart. And we filleth our cart until it overfloweth. And just as we were heading to the checkout lanes, I heard this ‘VROOOWMPH” sound, kind of like the Dolby Surround “The Audience Is Listening” sound at the beginning of a movie, and just like at the movies, the lights dimmed and went out.
Clerks starting telling the shoppers to go to the checkout lanes, that they were going to have to close the store.
But then I heard the VROOOMWMPH again and the lights went back on. Yay for the on VROOOWMPH! So I lingered over the red and green peppers before making my way to checkout lines, because this was Wal-Mart! Wal-Mart has a backup plan, right? Like a backup generator to keep the economy moving, right? Wal-Mart is like the government, we can depend on them, right?
I found an open lane and had half of my stuff checked out when once again VROOOWMPH! and no lights. So in my head, I said crapcrapcrap. I have given up cussing out loud, but inside my head, I still need more work.
The store manager said, sorry folks, the power won’t be back on for an hour or more. You can wait if you like.
So again, in my head, I said crapcrapcrap, because now I was going to have to get in my car, go to another store, all with a four-year-old who was almost maxed out on grocery shopping for the day, and start all over. And that thought made me want to cry or cuss, and so I opted for cussing, in my head. Perhaps I should have stopped here and prayed for humor, but I’m a work in progress, y’all already know that.
I started thinking that maybe God doesn’t want me to have groceries. Maybe he wants me to eat the little corn. I just didn’t see that he needed to bring down the local economy over a can of miniature corn.
So anyway, Sean and I left that Wal-Mart, drove a mile and a half down the road to the next Wal-Mart where we once again filleth our cart till it overfloweth. But this time, we did not linger over the peppers.
I’m still in a food rut. I have no idea what I will fix for dinner except that it will have peppers.