The menu plan calls for grilled cheese sandwiches, but it’s too hot to cook anything, so while at the natural food store, getting arnica for Middlest (broken finger, bruised, swollen and sore — and we’ve been out of arnica some months now, and I kept forgetting to re-stock the medicine cabinet), I picked up some nitrate-free deli meat for cold sandwiches tonight.
Looking back, it appears that the last time grilled cheese was on the menu, something else happened.
Ah, variety. The spice of life. (or is it flexibility I’m thinking of?)