I find myself in a bit of a culinary quandary this week. Due to unforeseen circumstances I've been dropped into a Delivery Dead Zone.
Arthroscopic knee surgery and an unexpected seven day ban on driving put me here. It wouldn't be so bad if I lived in the world where Sandra Bullock lived in the movie, The Net, ordering food via the internet and having it delivered willy nilly. If all I ate were Pizza Hut products, this wouldn't be so bad. But I live in Kansas. It's not like NY in any way imaginable but especially when it comes to food delivery. It seems like the possibilities are endless for what culinary creations can be delivered to your door in the big city. Snacks, full blown meals, groceries all can be summoned with a short phone call or internet order and a credit card. Here? With a full grocery store less than two miles away I'll be lucky to find someone not to laugh at my request to drop off some fresh fruit and cheese.
What's even funnier? I can have any number of bbq places
ship to me, just not deliver. It's sad to say the least. It means I'll never see any goofy delivery guys pedal up to my door.
Think of me this week as you have your yummy Chinese food delivered to your door. I'll be the woman on a search and destroy mission into the depths of her deep freeze.
Arthroscopic knee surgery and an unexpected seven day ban on driving put me here. It wouldn't be so bad if I lived in the world where Sandra Bullock lived in the movie, The Net, ordering food via the internet and having it delivered willy nilly. If all I ate were Pizza Hut products, this wouldn't be so bad. But I live in Kansas. It's not like NY in any way imaginable but especially when it comes to food delivery. It seems like the possibilities are endless for what culinary creations can be delivered to your door in the big city. Snacks, full blown meals, groceries all can be summoned with a short phone call or internet order and a credit card. Here? With a full grocery store less than two miles away I'll be lucky to find someone not to laugh at my request to drop off some fresh fruit and cheese.
What's even funnier? I can have any number of bbq places ship to me, just not deliver. It's sad to say the least. It means I'll never see any goofy delivery guys pedal up to my door.
Think of me this week as you have your yummy Chinese food delivered to your door. I'll be the woman on a search and destroy mission into the depths of her deep freeze.
