It's dangerous to go alone! Take this.

 
I have friends who call themselves survivalists.  Other who call themselves preppers.  I am neither of these.  I would like to be ready for a cataclysm, or even a bad hair day, but...  I'm pretty much not.

Currently my fridge is empty.  Like Mother Hubbard empty.  There is a package of Craisins with maybe a handful in it, some mayo, a green pepper, and the standard necessity: a box of baking soda.  It isn't that I don't like to eat.  I live to eat.  As I've alluded... I ain't no size 5.  My freezer isn't much better.  Half a loaf of bread, a tray of old ice, a beer that miraculously hasn't exploded, and Otter Pops.  I love me some Otter Pops. 

My reason?  I hate going to the grocery store.
I don't like going there.  There are too many people and I am really bad at finding "the deals".  My friends who coupon tell tales of "the deals".  To me, it's like being Link trying to save Hyrule.  My Princess Zelda is not attainable through doubling.

Sadly, I do not have the Spirit of the Hero. 

My fridge is also a good barometer of my mental state.  The busier my brain gets the less likely I am to take the time to notice there is nothing for dinner tomorrow.  This wasn't always the case.  I used to have the staples at the ready, the basics for lunches were often bagged and ready a few days in advance.  The plan was to pick a few recipes each week and buy what I need.  The plan was to then go home and do my cooking on the weekends, because my weekday evenings are too busy.  The plan was to do one dish on Saturday and one on Sunday and divvy them up to last the week.  Sometimes I could even get a third made!

Then the dark side intervenes - "But Half!  You kayak on Saturdays!  You get to do all your fun projects on Saturdays!  You can't expect your sunburned and tired, self to then whip up a casserole.  Order a pizza, it is easier!"  Sometimes the dark side gets even worse.  "To hell with ordering a pizza, just eat Vegemite on toast! In 3 minutes you get carbs, protein, and knock out your taste buds for 12 hours!"

So what happens?  Often the veggies I do buy go bad, or I bring them to work and spend the day begrudgingly trying to consume what's left in the bag, or convince others that these carrots are really theirs.  I purchase way too many prepackaged meals.  My spatulas get dusty.  Lately, I've been OK with this, because honestly, right now,  I'd rather spend time with friends or at the gym.  When I'm finally feeling gutsy, I slip into the store at 9 at night, wandering the aisles with the underage guys who are trying to buy beer for the Party of the Year.  I don't have the whole life balance thing going, and there will be no wishing on the Triforce yet, but I'll get there. 

love,
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