Aahhhhhhhhhhh.
Got back to my folks after 2 and a half days of sci-fi con in Tel Aviv (which was fucking great. I learned a hell lot about apocalypses and how to survive them).
Now, since it was a con, and I went to all sorts of places and did things, the me-getting-food-situation was quite unstable, but I told myself that I'll eat well again at my parents (dinner, last night, was some kosher-for-Passover cookies I managed to buy and sneak into the room in the 10 minutes break I had between lectures). This also might be the time to mention that I keep kosher during Passover, but the folks do not, and they kindda don't know I am. I just don't wanna turn world orders just yet.
So, for the 2 and a half days I was in Tel Aviv I pretty much fantasized about my mom's matzo brie, only to find out, when I'm back home and semi starved, that we ran out of matzo. And there are tons of yummy unkosher food to have, including a fantabules oranges-chocolate cake. And I so do NOT wanna eat any salad now. Or rice, for the love of God. 80% of my food in the past 3 days was rice-with-something. And all of the stores around us have no matzo left in them, and we have no matzo flour so I can't bake myself something tasty.
So, I'm thinking God wants me to have that cake. Right?