I came to my Open House today having forgotten to eat lunch. At one o'clock, I wasn't hungry. But now it is 3:25, and I am ravenous.
Now, this shouldn't be a huge problem. The owners of this lovely place are well known foodies. Surely, I can find some little nibble to tide me over for the next hour or so.
So, let's start with the fridge. Perhaps a morsel of cheese? Well, no. But there is a huge jar of bacon fat, capers, five different kinds of home made mustard. OK. Mustard isn't going to do the trick. Not even over capers.
Now for the cupboards. Um. Five kinds of Viet Namese fish sauce, a dozen bottles of very exotic balsamic vinegar, lots of unopened marmalade and jelly, and all kinds of condiments, but nothing - not even a jar of peanut butter that I might dip a knife into - that might do the trick. No crackers to nibble on.
But wait! Are these cookies in this little bag? Oh No! Gourmet "Political Dog Biscuits"! Too bad I'm not a dog! But seriously, these are little doggy treats in the shapes of donkeys and elephants! I love them! Alas, not to eat.
So back to the kitchen for hmmm... dried oatmeal, eight different kinds of flour, dried red kidney beans, but no "real" food!
Not to worry. I'll be home soon where at least I'll have leftover cold pizza and peanut butter and crackers for dessert!
Besides, some people might consider it bad form for their Realtor to raid their fridge!
Later: I'm home. Cold day old pizza never tasted so good!