The Bloody Doors Off

Instacart has M&M Meat Shops on their website.

This is a game-changer. Meat. People, I cannot emphasize this enough. Shepherd’s Pie. Meatloaf. Cheesy stuffed potatoes.

And I’d only have to heat it up.

I live with vegetarians. My meat shelf is barely high enough to hold my margarine tub. No offence to my wife and son, but I don’t bulk cook because half the time there’d be no place to store it. And I know Marlo will argue that point; and she’s right, she’s got a Tetris-like ability to sort stuff. But it holds me back from buying all the ingredients I’d need.

So having stuff already prepared? Means I’m not eating Stouffer’s four nights a week.

I ran through their site and filled my grocery cart. I giddily selected a delivery time.

My mouth watered.

The screen went grey.

They don’t deliver to my area yet. Yet. YET.

Then why offer it, dingus?

I flew too close to the sun.

And my wings are singed.

The day ended on a bright note, however.

Tonight my son announced he was making pasta, and asked if I’d like some.