we went to the local food bank this afternoon because i have just enough money to pay the rent this month (everything else can go on credit). i had to fill out a form which required id, proof of address, and id for the kids. it just so happened that i had grabbed my mail on the way out the door and had copies of the kids' birth certificates still in the diaper bag (i take them with me when we fly). the lady there was very very kind and made an exception by expediting me so we could get groceries today, even though we were apparently supposed to be at another place in our own zip code. i say this all nonchalant-like, as if it wasn't completely humiliating/humbling/out-of-body type bizarre. i have a college degree. i don't live in my car or a shelter or on the street. i am still so much more fortunate that so many of the other people there. and yet, we have this one thing in common.
6 frozen boneless skinless chicken thighs
6 eggs
8 oranges (one enormous, 7 medium)
7 (GIANT) onions
7 (GIANT) potatoes
1 bottle soybean oil
1 pound dry pinto beans
2 pounds dry rice
1 pound dry spaghetti
2 cans sweet peas
1 can corn
1 can peaches
1 can apple cherry juice (from the dept. of agriculture)
10 flour tortillas
1 activia prune yogurt
1 can organic creamy tomato soup
1 loaf white bread
1 jar roasted red peppers (leaking)
2 power bars
4 turkey timers (?)
1 turkey trusser (?)
4 mini bars of hotel soap