She Just Grabbed Them

Ain’t no cans of tuna in the cabinet.  Two days back there weren’t none, neither.  I decided to slather peanut butter and apricot jam on one and then a second and then a third rice cake.  I cut up a banana and put the slices on the top.  Sprinkled some raisons all over the sticky glop and woofed them all down with a glass a grapefruit juice.  And then felt full and guilty about this high carb, midday munch down. 

Today, I considered hopping on my bike and securing a few cans of tuna along with some other groceries.  There were plenty of salad fixings but simple-salad wasn’t working in my hungry mind.  Ahh, yes, but there is a bag of steak slices in there.  That’ll do.  Last evening my wife brought home four steaks, each wrapped in its own plastic tray and tampon.  She’d also gotten some cauliflower and tofu as well.  I glanced at the price per packet and as my man Johnny Guitar Watson said when he was shopping in the “baloney section” and “I had to give myself a close look.”  They were essentially US$ 10.00 per.  “Hey honey . . . 

“I’m on the phone.”  Later, she mentioned that she’d just grabbed them.  I often do the same.  But beef is surely something to watch out for.  Some fool was making damn good money on that dead cow.  This may have been imported but wasn’t grass-fed Wagyu. 

I cooked them and the cauliflower and the tofu.  They were good.  But I couldn’t enjoy them thinking about the forty-dollar price tag.  They weren’t that good.  Today the remaining bits certainly worked to fill out a fine tasting salad.  But when I was done I still went ahead.  I couldn’t resist and had myself a rice cake with peanut butter.  And jelly.  Cause it was sitting there and it was only just one.

I was in Shanghai Monday.  I’ve got to go back again tomorrow.  But I’ve cajoled things and the meetings won’t start till 11:00AM.  I’m going to fly down in the morning and fly back at night. Inshallah we won’t have any delays.

Thursday, 11/29/18