Fast-food fast? Not so fast!

What a good little wifey/mommy I was this evening. Or started to be.  All day long I had been thinking of a nice steaming pot of hot chili for my family on this cold, cold evening. My mouth was watering for it as I browned the meat, and began to simmer it with some diced tomatoes and beans. I went to my spices to find my cumin and chili powder. Hmmmm.... they didn't appear to be there. I dug around, still nothing. And I've made chili recently enough to KNOW I have some little jars of the blessed stuff. Now, lately, I've been a little under the weather and sleep-deprived, so my emotions are a little out of whack, and not being able to find the spices, forgive the expression - but it really pissed me off. I took apart all of shelves, looked under and behind the fridge. I looked up in the medicine cabinet, and basically tore my kitchen apart. Nothing. And really, in the grand scheme, no biggie. I know.  So, yeah, I packed the kids in the car and we went to Chick-fil-A.  So sue me.  Yeah, I could have made my concoction into something else, but I'm certainly not a creative cook, and I hate to cook anyway.  The best part about this is when I was on the phone with Bryce telling him where I was going, he began to fuss at me, griping about how I couldn't even last a week.  And then, without one trace of irony in his voice, these actual words came out of his mouth, "...I mean, I had Pizza Hut for lunch, but - "  I did not let him speak any further.  And his claim that it was "only two pieces" didn't help his case any.  

Fast-food fast, rewind, restart, and go!