Just to prove one of my points from yesterdays post (WHAT- I posted two days in a row???), Dave and I went to the grocery store last night for some, well, groceries. Shocking, I know. I needed peanut butter because, through both of my pregnancies, it has served as a constant happiness in my life, especially for breakfast. And also because I found two recipes that called for peanut butter and we were almost out.
Guess what? No peanut butter. Well, that's not true. There was mani spread. Um. No thanks. There was also no mac and cheese, save the generic kind and I'm sorry, there is nothing in the world, not even the impending zombie apocalypse that will make me eat generic mac and cheese. What? All that's left in the world is generic mac and cheese or becoming a zombie and feasting on brains? Brains, please!
Disappointing, but not shocking. The mac and cheese, especially. It's a good, good day when you can find it at the first store you go to. The peanut butter was a little more unsettling, and I proceeded to grumble through the next few aisles, until I found the cubed cheese I was looking for, and then I felt slightly better.
Except we don't need them because we're leaving in less than three weeks. And Dave knows how to make pie pastry now. And they were all around $10. Which is absurd.
Such is the life of an expat. It's really more of a first-world problem that I can't find peanut butter and mac and cheese... but it's still a problem. And I will complain because it's my blog.
To quote my beloved husband, "I hate this country."