Here are the reasons I’m angry today:
We have nothing to eat. Sourdough bread isn’t food. No one under 85 says, “I’d like a snack, you know what sounds good, a slice of fermented bread.” BUY HOT POCKETS. I have accepted that I have been born in an ingredients household but that does not make it any easier. No fruit snacks, no chips I like, just tortillas and almost expired crackers. I’m literally starving.
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