The flour and beef story.

Since social isolating became the norm, whenever one of us happens to be in the city (we live in a small town about 25 minutes from any stores) I tell whomever to see if there’s hamburger or white flour in the stores. We are not in desperate need of those things, but store shelves are often bare, so if something happens to be in stock, you need to snatch it! Well, cory and Jack were in the city getting stuff for the house we are building, and saw this hamburger and bought it. It’s about a third of the size of a pack I would usually buy, and way more expensive. I think I’ll have to save it and cook up some fancy hamburger diner with it! There was no flour in sight, but cory returned a thing he had rented later in the day, and swung by the store again and there was white flour! An employee saw him carrying the bag and commented that it was a lucky find. 

These are very interesting times.