Well not really.

But I was thinking last night that if the father and son from The Road stumbled upon my house while journeying across the post-apocalyptic landscape that is the setting for that wonderful book, they would no doubt camp here for a while.  Unless of course someone else beat them to it, which would probalby be the grim truth delivered by Cormac McCarthy in a way that only he could. 

The point being, I have a TON of canned goods in my house.  Last fall Sara and I swapped goodies with our elderly neighbors Joe and Vivian who well into their later years are still more active in their urban gardening, harvesting, and canning than anybody I know.  That's helped in this competition. 
Breakfasts have mostly been Petit Chat Tuscan loaf bread and a variety of jams and jellies that Sara and I made from Joe's fruit or that Vivian made for us - apricot and strawberry, raspberry, and plum specifically.  As was the case yesterday. 
Lunch was more left over stir fry - I don't require variety while at work.  Though all this talk of grilled cheese has me excited to give that a shot today. 
Dinner was a nice mix of peppers, tomatoes and onions sauted (I too discovered CDA oils) with Small Planet tofu and eaten with tortillas from El Mercado del Pueblo.   And libations consisted of Dogzilla IPA from Laughing Dog and a glass or Arbor Crest wine later in the evening.

Onward and upward!

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