The half box of stale matzah that had been futilely taped shut after Passover (which we don’t celebrate) was tempting at first, but I’ve settled on the goldfish (according to the package now they “taste better”). I will say, this is a step up from the three-year-old frozen chicken in the freezer of my youth. Lord, beer me strength; Mom didn’t beer me at all.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
The land of milk and honey (...and only those things)
This is literally the only food in my mother’s home. If you think it just looks like she hasn’t been shopping yet this week, you are at least half right. The shelves are particularly desolate as she is out of beer, clementines, and cheddar cheese—her staple items that I have come to rely on in times of being there. It takes a mere three more commodities to “fill” this pantry (not counting the 15-grain bread she buys for the dog). What does she put all these condiments on? I mean, she doesn’t even have the ingredient for her famed side dish, “cucumber.”