The Universe Sent Me a Message!
Do you ever get the sense that the universe is trying to send you a message? That is how I felt last Friday night as dinner time was rolling around (especially after our lesson on Pantry Cooking last week!) Here is a rough timeline of how things went down on Friday:
7:30 a.m.: I realize I have nothing for dinner tonight.
7:35 a.m.: Place a quick order for Amazon Whole Foods delivery, which I currently have a free trial of as an Amazon Prime member (note to self: write a blog post about this when I decide whether or not to continue the service after the trial ends). Friday night dinners are very low key, so my plan was to buy two bags of frozen Whole Foods Gnocchi alla Sorrentina and mix it with the Gilbert's gouda-flavored chicken sausages I already had in the fridge. Delivery is scheduled to arrive between 6 and 7 p.m.
6:30 p.m.: I haven't heard anything from Whole Foods about my delivery (usually they text when it's on the way). Everyone is getting hungry and I have to decide whether to gamble with waiting for my order or figure out a Plan B.
6:31 p.m.: I'm not taking any chances, so I start rummaging through the pantry to see what I can throw together. I already had my gouda-flavored chicken sausages in the fridge, and then I spot some Barilla Protein Pasta and a jar of Ragu Simply Pasta Sauce in my pantry. This is where I believe the universe was sending me a strong message: "Good thing you followed your own advice from that lesson on pantry cooking!"
6:35 p.m.: Just as I make this decision, I get a text from Whole Foods saying that my order is delayed. They don't say how late it will be, so I'm really glad I decided to go with Plan B.
7 p.m.: My Plan B dinner is ready and there is much rejoicing.
7:04 p.m.: My Whole Foods order arrives. Seriously? Just four minutes after my Plan B dinner was ready? Funny how things work out (although I really appreciate Whole Foods sticking so strictly to their delivery window by calling 7:04 "late" when the window was 6 to 7 p.m.).
Another message I think the universe was trying to send me: "You rely too heavily on your grocery delivery services to run properly. Don't cut it so close next time!"