The wind swirled the snow into tiny funnel clouds, piling the white fluff up against the door. It would be a good day to hunker down inside with a book. Make it a lazy day reading and resting while watching the snow dance around the yard.
I had no need to go anywhere. There was more than enough bread, milk and eggs to carry me through the week if the weather kept me in that long. I learned from the news that those were the key food items needed to survive a storm. If it were up to me, I would modify that list to include cheese. I love cheese.
When I opened the refrigerator I saw that the milk expired two weeks ago. I should be worried, but I had cheese, which comes from milk. That seemed like a reasonable substitute. Damn it! One egg, that’s all I found in the carton. The survival food list said eggs, which indicates more than one. It would be hard to ration one egg. I could separate the yolk from the white and have two meals. Okay, I had got a plan. Looking deeper into the fridge, I found a half a loaf of bread. Thank the Lord, at least I had enough bread. Something told me to open the bag and check the bread. It was a fuzzy green color. I didn’t remember buying green bread, although I might have since St. Pats day was right around the corner. I looked closer, it was mold, no question. Crap, I’m going to die!
I did have flour tortillas. Bread is made with flour so maybe tortillas could be used as a substitute. I knew when you’re told to pick up a loaf of bread at the grocery store it didn’t mean tortillas, but I was winging it here. My life depended on it.
How long would I last on one egg, a pack of shredded Colby Jack and a half bag of Mission flour tortillas? No one probably knows. I’m sure they’ve done studies on bread, milk and eggs, which is why it’s the recommended survival food.
I decided to write a note in case my alternate survival foods don’t work. That way whoever found me will know that there is no substitute for bread, milk and eggs. I’ll leave it on the kitchen table where it can easily be found next to my withered body.
Dear Person:
If you are reading this note, you already know it’s too late for me. I didn’t prepare properly. I ran out of the essentials. Yes, that’s right bread, milk and eggs. It’s my fault, but you can learn from my mistakes. Be prepared. Don’t wait until the last minute like I did.
Sincerely,
Unprepared Human
I had to keep occupied. There was no need to dwell on the inevitable. What could I do to pass the time?
There was a knock on the door. Maybe it was an angle of mercy bringing me bread, milk and eggs. It wasn’t an angel, just Steve, my neighbor with a six-pack of beer and two-dozen hot wings.
