Over the next two days we eat like champs. I get bagels with cream cheese for breakfast, or waffles with a little bit of butter, maple syrup, and whipped cream on top with three or four microwavable breakfast sausages on the side. Lunch is cold cuts, usually turkey on a nice roll with mayonnaise, lettuce and a lot of hot sauce on top (which is to my taste, I love hot sauce on everything). Dinner can be whatever I want. Thursday night it is chicken breast on the grill, with salad on the side, or in my case, chicken breast on top of the salad with a strong dose of Italian dressing.
I eat healthy when I have groceries, I keep reminding myself. After weeks straight of scrounging around or ordering takeout a full meal makes me feel emaciated. It makes it hard to get down, as if I was a stranded survivor from a deserted island or something. Despite this, I eat. We all do. Five guys eating full meals for breakfast, lunch and dinner suddenly turns a full kitchen into a not-so-full one. I can see this happening, as where there were two pounds of cold cuts there is only a couple slices of hardened roast beef, the bag left open a little too long in the back of the fridge. The bagels? Gone. All the bread, for that matter. Before we could even truly enjoy food in the apartment it is all gone again. I begin to lean gingerly back towards the Christina’s menu again.
Before I know it, it is Friday night again. The kitchen is as empty and barren as it was only a few days ago, as all the food has been eaten. A budget of twenty dollars a person gets groceries, but it does not guarantee it will last. I sit down to eat my old favorite, a large Chicken Kabob sub. I have already caved in, converted back to the old ways. It is easier. I will now live on takeout for the next few weeks, until groceries come again. On second thought, it might be longer than just a few weeks. I better get my can of Spam ready.
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