Several months ago, my in-laws celebrated their 50 year wedding anniversary. The plan was to meet up with the family at a popular area Mexican restaurant, on a Friday night no doubt (note this restaurant does not take reservations). We got there and were told it would be about an hour wait. Umm… no, we didn’t want to wait for an hour. So then the plan was to meet at my brother-in-law’s house and we’d simply order pizza from there. This was okay with everyone, but inside I felt a little pang of panic. Because of my many food intolerances, it is not easy for me to just wing it (i.e., order a pizza). I was starting to get hungry and I didn’t bring any emergency food snacks with me so what was I going to do?? I acted all cool about it when we headed back to the car (to then head to Gerald’s brother’s), but once we got in the car, I told Gerald that I didn’t have anything to eat. What was I going to eat?
I pushed my hunger and panic aside so I could think rationally and discus my options. There was a Sprouts store on the way, and it was smack dab next to the liquor store to boot. So Gerald and I were able to kill two birds with one stone. Gerald went to the liquor store to buy “those” types of necessities, and I headed to the all-natural food store I had been wanting to explore. And explore I did, right to the plethora of gluten free frozen pizza selections, and, as a bonus, I picked up a GF brownie as well. Gerald and I met back up at the car, and once the kids let us back in, we were on our way to my brother-in-law’s to meet up with the family.
The pizza was ordered and I was able to cook my little GF pizza in the toaster oven. And it was really good, so much better than the usual GF frozen pizza fair available at my local Kroger. And I had had Gerald pick me up a bottle of wine at the liquor store so I was set with my adult beverage. We all ate and talked and laughed and had a great time. Sooo much better than if we had been cramped in that loud Mexican restaurant, not being able to hear each other, not being able to hear the stories of how my mother-in-law and father-in-law met and fell in love and got married. We wouldn’t have been able to share in that moment if we had been surrounded by waitstaff and other restaurant goers. It would have been loud and obnoxious.
Funny how sometimes Plan B ends up being so much better than the thought out Plan A.