My refrigerator is sorta' empty, today. I went to fix something for my lunch, and there's nothing to fix, except for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Don't get me wrong, I do love a PB and J. It's sweet and really satisfies the appetite for a little while. But sometimes I can't believe how long I will wait to go to the grocery store. It seems like such a chore.
I'm trying to get into the habit of going to the store every weekend, so it won't be such a huge trip, all the time. It makes more sense, I think. Just pick up a few things and get out of there in 15 minutes with only a couple of bags to carry. I usually end up going every 6 weeks or so, and it turns into a big project. I hate it.
I don't really like to cook these days, anyway. . . I've been treating myself to lots and lots of McDonald's and Jack in the Box, these days. I think my body is ticked off at me, for it. It's great while I'm eating it, but I always feel a little ill, in the morning. I just keep telling myself that it's a small price to pay for a greasy, delicious, feast.
Anyway, I don't need to worry too much about grocery shopping. I'll get to it, one of these days. I really need some stuff, though. I'm almost out of coffee, and I don't have much left in the freezer. Truthfully, I'm really craving a great big, home-cooked meal with all of the food groups represented. But it looks like it's going to be PB and J for a little while longer.
