So no one likes the 6:00 dinner rush, right? That sudden glance at the clock, the mad panic as you realize that your man will be home soon, and you haven't a clue what to feed him. Your offspring realize this at the same time, and commence a rousing chorus of "Food! Glorious Food!" - except ten decibels higher and dragging out three syllables for every one. Staring at the fridge for a few minutes provides no flash of inspiration, and you know for a fact that the pantry doesn't have a single chocolate chip left to give your brian a boost.
I know! My friend The Internet. He's always good for times like this.
You wade your way through the toys to the computer room, shut the door in your children's faces and type in "quick meals."
And my face falls.
Every. Single. Recipe. Calls for stuff I can't get.
Cream of mushroom soup
Cream of chicken soup
Cream of anything soup
Cheddar cheese (really - they don't have it.)
Shake n Bake
Lemon juice (they don't even have lemons here!)
... and the list goes on ....
Basically, every time you open a box or a can to help make dinner. Think of me. I can't.
Feel sorry for me. Feel very, very sorry for me.