as i procrastinate from finishing up the packing, etc, i am getting flashbacks to my childhood.
the morning we left for holidays was a mad rush for the breakfast table. not because we were in a hurry to hit the road, but because frugal blake had been monitoring grocery purchases for the past week. it was the fight to have no perishables left over.
"no need to buy our usual amount of milk, we won't be here the full week..." was his mantra.
resultingly, if you weren't one of the first to hit the breakfast table, chances are good that there would not be enough milk for your cereal. i didn't get too bothered, i have always liked cereal and yogurt just fine. but i thought my dad was pushing it one year when he suggested to the very late arriving graeme that he add sour cream to his honey nut corn flakes, as the yogurt and milk was all gone.
it could work in reverse as well. bread all gone? excess milk? don't drink too much tea, there isn't a wee break scheduled for 300 kilometres. well graeme, we need to finish up that milk somehow. i suggest you disguise the taste of grape nuts with, um, well, some, i've got it, premium plus crackers. just crush them up a little, chumley. then add brown sugar, and lots of milk, finish up that milk, okay, and viola.
the man was a genius.
the night before departing dinners could be very interesting as well. every single leftover from the last six months was on the table. and dad was no hypocrite. he would load up his stale taco shell with cranberry, goat's cheese, cabbage, tuna fish, a pinch of roast beef, and rice, and smile as he tucked into it. chew.
after taking a drink of water (possibly milk depending on supply) he would then suggest we all build our own before he made his second taco or whatever and all "the good leftovers were gone".
i wish my parents were here right now.