Dry Ice

I'm at my happiest when the pantry and the fridge are packed full of food and drink. My Mom tells me that even as a little girl I wouldn't leave the house without a baggie full of cheerios. I know it might sound hopelessly middle-class fifties housewife but it's just the way I am. I get nervous and edgy when our supplies dwindle. I find myself counting how many varieties of cheese are left (serious cheese addiction), how many boxes of empty cereal are stuffed back in the cupboard (teenage daughter), and how low on Le Croix carbonated lime water we really are (for some reason only fizzy water quenches my thirst.) There are various other things I feel that I can't live without as well but I'll spare you the details.

Last week my husband and I tackled a landscaping project involving large quantities of topsoil, mulch, tropical trees, blood, sweat and tears. I then proceeded to fall ill with a nasty little virus that stole my lovely appetite and any energy I still had left from our yard work. So on Friday morning, feeling slightly better than train-wrecked, I inspected our food stores. In a panic equitable to a junkie down to her last hit I realized we were out of just about everything, and nary a fizzy water in sight. Parched and pale I raced off to the grocery store where I proceeded to spend an obscene amount of money on food and drinks. Really though, we were out of everything!