If you know me much at all, you know these two things:
- I hate going to the grocery store.
- I must have pepper jack cheese in my refrigerator.
It is true that these two facts are difficult to reconcile, one with the other, because I still haven’t found anybody willing to accept the job of doing my grocery shopping for me. (Yes. I have offered this job, for minimal pay, to at least two people.)
Well, last night I know I had some pepper jack cheese in an open (but resealable) package. There were 4 pieces left.
Sadly, when I looked in the refrigerator to make my delicious main course (a Veja-link and pepper jack sandwich) this evening, there was no partially finished package of cheese on the shelf.
Someone moved my cheese.
I looked under the other
things thing on the shelf (a full package of pepper jack slices), to no avail.
Another thing you probably know about me is this: stress eats holes in my brain.
After this week, my stress levels are such that my brain is basically functioning as well as a bucket made out of cheesecloth (with pieces cut out). Knowing this about myself, I figured I’d probably absentmindedly stuck the package in the freezer. This is typical stressed-out-me behavior.
It wasn’t in the freezer, though. I found it in the trash can. The trash can!
The worst part is that I’m sadder about being 4 slices closer to the next trip to the store than I am about losing the money I spent on those slices.
Thank goodness I had that backup package. My sandwich just wouldn’t have been the same without that pepper jack deliciousness. (I ate some vegetables, too.)
I am also thankful that I have a few days off to spackle the holes in my brain with some downtime. I hope it works.