Around one p.m. this afternoon I dragged myself to the local supermarket with the 8 kg bouncing baby boy in the Baby Bjorn. An hour later, I left a cart full of groceries at the delivery desk with my name and address. The deal is that they will deliver within the next 2 hours. Five-thirty p.m. I'm starving. The groceries still haven't arrived and the baby was shorted 10 ml on his 4 p.m. bottle because we are out of mineral water. I'm hungry. (Did I mention that?)
So I remembered the two apricots in the fridge. Good, healthy. Not really substantial. Rummaging around, I found some leftover cendré goat cheese. And the box of Triscuits my mother kindly brought from the US on her last visit. I took a picture. I took a bite. Delicious...but missing something. Thyme. A new construction, a new photo, a great snack. I love Triscuits. The Critic thought I was crazy when I brought two big boxes back from the US but now he has - to my dismay - discovered how good they are. And they give a nice tasty support to the salty, creamy cheese, the juicy sweet apricot. And the thyme. Heaven.
Then I went and finished the rest of the chips in the bottom of a small bag of Cool Cream Doritos. I'm still hungry.