But There's Nothing In The House To Eat...
The refrain, "there's nothing in the house to eat," is something I usually don't think. I find it a bit lazy or unimaginative, but I admit it's appealing in some way. I've found myself falling into this pattern in the last few weeks. I think it's often habit. I've just been making sandwiches recently. Admittedly good sandwiches are pretty easy to make here in Germany. Good bread, good cheese, and good meat are plentiful and cheap. I think I've become lazy by eating so many sandwiches. Tonight I finally tired of sandwiches. I spent a good fifteen to thirty minutes dancing around the fact that there was nothing to eat. Well, nothing other than the bean soup I made on Thursday. The bean soup that left me with impressively long-lasting gas. I'm meeting people tomorrow, so I'm holding off on eating that. Then I realized that I had a bag of roasted beats. From there the idea of borscht came to mind, and as it turns out, borscht is really easy to...