Sundried Tomatoes

It was the sundried tomatoes that did it. I blame them. That's what finally pushed me over the edge. I had a pretty lousy day, but I managed to keep it together for the most part. By dinnertime I realized that there wasn't actually any food in the house. So I got my recipe together for a salad that I had seen on FoodTV over the weekend and headed to the only grocery store I have found so far. I got everything that I needed except the sundried tomatoes. The store literally has jars of pickled pigs feet available for purchase, but no sundried tomatoes. I don't understand it because sundried tomatoes are not uncommon; it's not a though I was looking for organic kefir. Yet according to the grocery person I asked (and my own thorough search), they don't carry them.

And so right there, in the canned fruits and vegetables aisle (and ostensibly over one missing salad ingredient), I had a little meltdown as quietly as I could. I couldn't possibly have been more embarrassed at that moment, but I also couldn't really do anything about it by that point. So if you ever hear an urban legend about the girl who started weeping over the lack of sundried tomatoes, it's quite possible that the storyteller is talking about me.