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.