We got the fancy beer for the first time in a month, but not the other beer.
Instead of 2 cartons of a dozen eggs, we got 2 cartons of 18 eggs. Really, for two weeks, we could’ve gotten away with just 18 eggs.
We had fried eggs on toast this morning, a luxury with the nice bread from the bakery I picked up yesterday. The bakery run was mostly to make sure we got flour.
And pie. I got a pie.