break in case of emergency

i have no soymilk.

it happens every once in a while, and everytime it's as tragic as the next.

when will i ever learn?

the worst time i was without soymilk was during hurricane juan-- i couldn't forsee an end to the dire dearth of my beloved bean nectar.

so, i thought, i'd better stock up

and was very good about having a stash of tetrapaks (yes, blake, tetrapaks, aka shelf-stable , UHT, the brick, aseptic packaging, etc. check out www.tetrapak.com-- games and all) around just in case....

in case of emergency.

clever emily conjured up a bright idea-- to buy a whole slew of tetrapaks and store them in my glassed-in cupboards and fashion a sign that read, "in case of emergency, break glass." and so we bought four cartons and lined them up nicely behind the glass, and even put an empty (but rinsed) one there too, to make like there were more-- but never got around to making the sign. but we knew. and our soymilk was there and to us it was funny and comforting simultaneously.

and then greg came home and ruined it. "i didn't know why they were there, and the empty one was gonna attract bugs or something." good going.

but that couldn't dampen our spirits, so we kept buying soymilk, but we also continued to be lazy and not buy more to replentish our stock, and soon we had one and then we had none and now we still have none because I got distracted and didn't go to the store tonight.

and not having soymilk in the morning, simply put, hurts.

no milk for our tea, no drinking from the carton, no cereal, no drinking from carton, no glass of soymilk with carob powder, no smoothies. those who drink cows' tit juice must feel the same when there's none in your fridge door.

it's plain foul.

i wonder if this is how brian feels when he's out of chips?

i have wondered why i love (soy)milk so much.

i consumed embarrassing amounts of milk as a child. we went through so much of it. i drank it until the cows came home. ok, the cows were home-- our house was actually surrounded in more than four directions by cow pastures. altho we got ours from the store (except for once or twice when we had illegal raw milk). i drank enough to make myself sick, and sick i did make myself.

anyway, now that i'll not ever drink the vile runoff again, i comfort myself by sucking on soybean extract, filtered water, evaporated cane juice, sea salt and vitamins (soymolk, i love you).

i wonder if i'm so keen on milk because I didn't get to breastfeed, so i'm trying to create some sort of bond which will never be formed.

and maybe that's what makes me such a nipple whore.

freud would probably agree anyway--

and i'm not sure that it makes me feel more at ease or not.

soyberry fields forever.