why i'm having a frozen burrito for lunch.

On Sunday night, it was very, very cold, blustery too, and i was tired. Determined to have lunch-making ingredients for the week, i bundled up and headed to our local grocery store to buy some turkey, bread and other necessities like teddy grahams and princess shaped fruit snacks. When i got home, I was quite proud of myself for the great lengths i had gone to in place of buying lunch.

However, later that night, when i went to make my sandwich for the next day, i was disturbed by what i found: instead of turkey meat, the deli boy had given me ham. he gave me ham. i do not eat this kind of meat. call it bacon and serve it with eggs, i'll eat it. you got salami on rye? fine. But ham? no. I was horrified.

I called M. over in a panic. He inspected the little deli wrapped parcel and confirmed that what i had bought was indeed, the other white meat. I told him i had been suspicious when i took the package out of the refrigerator because the meat seemed heavier than my usual turkey purchase. M. then explained that 1/2 a pound is, well, 1/2 a pound, whether you are weighing bricks or deli meat. oh, yeah.

I begged him to eat it, on the spot (I don't like ham but i also don't like waste!) , though it was 10pm at night and we had already had dinner. I started making dramatic gagging noises and questioned why he refused to eat it then and there. he said it had something to do with the gagging noises and my display of disgust.

i cannot believe how many times i used the word "meat" in this post. i feel dirty.