Miasmatic Review

My family is going to starve!

I completely failed in my role as a family provider today. Tonight Ktreva asked me to run to the grocery store to pick up supplies for this weekend. It was a very simple task, with only a couple of meals that I actually had to buy food for. Since she had set me to this task a couple of days ago, I had the time to make a proper grocery list.

After work I stopped at the local grocery store before picking up the boys. As I walked in I realized that I had forgotten my list at home. DAMMIT! How the hell could I have done such a thing? I had planned and prepared for this trip over the last couple days. Maybe it had to do with the malaise I have toward re-enacting right now. I’m not sure, but what was I going to do? I don’t have the time to run home, get the list and come back. I’m so screwed.

WAIT!

That was a short and simple list. I’m doing the majority of the cooking; I can do this with out the list. There was nothing on there that I don’t know the recipe by heart. So I started shopping. Simple cold cereal on Friday, French toast on Saturday, Burgers with fruit and vegetables Saturday night, Eggs Sunday morning. That’s not that hard.

I grab my cart and start whistling up and down the isles.

Fruit, Check.
Vegetables, Check.
Bread, Check.
Meat, Check
Hamburger Buns, Check.
Syrup, Check…

Then a voice in my head rings out… “CONTAGION, YOU ARE FORGETTING SOMETHING!” What? No I’m not! Going down the mental list. Eggs, beer, pop, beer, cheese, Jack Daniel’s, spices, beer, cereal, milk, beer. No, it’s all there. Everything we needed, I’m not forgetting anything. I know it’s all there. I ran over the menu and the list a dozen times. No, there is nothing I’m forgetting.

But that voice in my head would not let me be. It kept harping on me. Nagging that I had indeed forgotten something. I get the boys; return home and start unloading the groceries. Putting the items that need to be kept cool in the fridge, and the rest with the re-enacting gear. Finally it dawns on me what I forgot. The most important of all re-enacting foods, the one item that just the mere mention of it will bring people to your camp. There is even a historical phrase that goes with it.

Figured out what I forgot? I’ll give you a hint: it goes with Sunday breakfast.

That’s right. I forgot to bring home the bacon.