But in the meantime...
Here's something amazing- I haven't bought groceries in three weeks. Wait, I take that back. I did buy a single loaf of bring early last week. But other than that? Nothing.
It's been interesting, that's for sure, especially in the meals department. I've been using up our pantry and freezer items (which is good to do every three months or so anyway), but it's kind of hard when I can't really go out and and buy additional ingredients.
But that's actually been easy compared to having to cope with what's really being missed: flour tortillas and tortilla chips!
I don't know how it is in your home, but those two items have been staples in our home since pretty much our first week of marriage. The perfect snack is chips and salsa. The perfect meal is enchiladas (my enchiladas).
Thus, at this moment our life cannot be perfect.
Sigh. I've started dreaming about flour tortillas.
I hear the crunch of chips as I'm driving down the road, at work, while sitting in a silent house.
I'm going insane from lack of tortillas. Hmm.. does that mean I can get a doctor's prescription for them?
Eh.. somehow I don't think that's covered under our insurance.
We had some leftover corn tortillas and have attempted to use those, but sorry, the only time corn tortillas don't taste like cardboard is when they're deep-fried and poofy. It simply isn't the same.
And of course, matters only become worse when The Pioneer Woman posts something like this:
Now that's just cruel.
I think she did it on purpose.
In fact, I'm convinced of it.
I'll go hide and eat my stale granola bar now. And if you don't think that a granola bar can go stale...
...believe me, they can.