This week’s is a story of disappointment, determination, ingenuity and pluck. Maybe you’ll learn a lesson you can keep with you for the rest of your life.
Probably you won’t.
Picture it: dinnertime, not that long ago. I had a hankering for burritos. They just sounded good. And we had some taco meat left over from a couple of nights ago. The meat only takes a few minutes to heat up thanks to that miracle of technology, the microwave. And we had some lettuce to chop up, some tomatoes already chopped up, shredded cheddar cheese (it was cheaper to buy the shredded stuff last time I went grocery shopping than to buy a big block of cheese and shred it myself- go fig) and the jar of taco sauce. So I was set. I even had some black olives, which no one else likes, so they would be Special Burritos. I didn’t have any sour cream though. I never have any sour cream. Like the black olives, no one like it but me, so even if I remember to pick some up, it just sits there and rots. So I don’t get sour cream unless I’m making something that takes it. So, no sour cream.
Now the table is set, the taco meat was hot, the lettuce was chopped, the tomatoes and cheese were ready to go, the taco sauce was all shaken up and I even had my olives. Now all I needed was to get out the tortillas and heat them up. I even had the griddle hot. All I needed was the tortillas. The tortillas. Hello, tortillas? Where are the tortillas?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! We’re OUT of tortillas!
Had I known this before I started, I would have had something else for dinner. Maybe a Spam sandwich, maybe fish sticks, maybe toasted frozen waffles. I could have had anything else. But now I have all the fixins for burritos and no tortillas. The shame! The horror!
But we had hot dog buns.
So I made little Mexican Sandwiches on the hot dog buns.
They were good enough.