A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do, right?
This has been one of those rare times when I am living completely on my own and "The Hub" is out of town. "Handsome Son" is still here to do the heavy lifting but I am convinced (in my mind if not in reality) that he couldn't possibly make it without my help. So I get up extra early and help (get in his way) put out hay and drive cows and whatever else I can find to do of the annoying helpful variety.
Our Arctic blast of 10 days ago was replaced by a few brief days of sunshine quickly followed by the diluvian conditions of today.
Trust me, when you wake up to a concrete gray sky at 7am and turn on the weather channel only to see see a big red spot (never mind the green or the yellow)headed right toward you on the satellite map, you re going to get rain.
Boy did we!
By noon my front yard looked like this as I sloshed my way home
standing water covered my brick path and more rain was on the way.
Just one problem...
Having been on my own for a few days, I put off my most dreaded chore, grocery shopping. After all, I just had to feed me so I have been eating eggs the chickens lay (ran out of bread a few days ago)and saltine crackers with peanut butter. Heaven! But one of those cravings has been slowly building and with the dark and the wind and the rain it became more than a craving. It became a "have too".
My favorite thing to eat in all the world on a rainy day.
Campbell's Tomato soup with a grilled cheese sandwich for dipping.
Only problem was I had just one of the ingredients to create the fantasy meal I craved, the cheese.
The grocery store still was a Nemesis I wanted to avoid but there IS a mini mart just 3 short miles away from where I stood at my front door.....
staring at this
Part of me wanted to just eat the rest of the saltine crackers with some mustard and call it good.
The other part of me screamed and demanded soup with melted cheese and toast like a tyrannical three year old.
The 3 year old won.
I jumped in my car.
And yes, I'll admit it, I grocery shopped at the Jiffy store.
That can of Campbell's and loaf of bread was singing my song!
Three miles back home, still raining
aah, envy this!
A grilled cheese sandwich is only ready when the melted cheese slides out of the toasted buttery bread and on to the cast iron griddle with a sizzling sound.
I enjoyed my steamy tomato soup and crispy grilled cheese while I savored my now placid lakefront view.
I have always wanted to live on a lake.