It’s 7:30 at night and the FedEx guy with the Chewy.com shipment has not yet arrived. I fed the cats the last of the food at breakfast, I checked the message from Chewy saying “Your shipment is on the way” supposedly on the truck at 9:04 this morning. Should be here in time for afternoon tea (I hope) and dinner for sure. But no, it’s not. The cats are out of food and they are not happy! Well, okay, maybe not entirely out of food — there is the crunch (as we call the dry food around here), but that’s not really dinner, is it? About tea time they had started their usual litany of meows, chirps and gurgles — all to remind me that it was time for a snack. After all, they had missed their post-breakfast, pre-lunch treat (outta those, too!) and had no lunch to speak of… Read More »
The Highway Robber
I was in high school before I discovered that the name of the store was not actually The Highway Robber. It was in fact The Circle Delicatessen. They stayed open late at night, Sundays and holidays when everything else was closed. I thought of them this Christmas morning when I reached for the egg carton and found there were only two eggs left. I had decided to make some bread pudding rather than throw out the last few slices of the week-old bread. If you were raised by parents who lived through the Great Depression as I was, you remember that NOTHING was wasted. Did your mother put a little water in the empty ketchup bottle and shake it to get the very last drops? Did your dad take a piece of bread and mop up the gravy on his plate at the end of dinner? Leftover roast became hash or… Read More »
