No Food In the House

I swung by the local supermarket today but I didn't go inside because it was too crowded with panic shoppers on account of the oncoming blizzard supposed to hit tomorrow into Saturday.  Panic shoppers is a polite term for the UNPREPARED.  So you mean to say if you get stuck inside of your own home for one day you'll run out of food?  Helloooooooo........  You don't have any provisions on hand?  Also, the gas stations in town were jamming.  Why on earth do you need a full tank of gas if you're going to get stuck inside until you dig out?  I just don't get it.  Anyway, the food thing reminded me of a piece I wrote about a year and a half ago about "No food in my house" so I'm going to recycle it here:

 OK--that does it--I need to vent!  Once again a member of the household declared, "There is no food in the house!"  I hear this more often than you might think and it always irks me because I do most--but not all--of the food shopping here.  So, not only do I know that there is food in the house but there is an abundance of food in the house.  In fact, there is so much food in the house that Sally Struthers used to stalk us before we got the protective order.  Our pantry is full.  Our cupboards are full.  The refrigerator has so much stuff in it that any time I open it up to get something I need to move five or six items out of the way to get to it.  Then if I'm putting something away, like left-overs, for example, it's always an adventure trying to make enough room to fit it inside.  Usually, the adventure culminates with me throwing out some other left-overs that have been there a few days just to make room for the new left-overs.  Our freezer is full.  We have frozen chicken, pork, beef, chimichangas, taqiuitos (which, I don't even know what those are but they're in there),  pizza, Lean Cuisine frozen dinners (I don't know where those came from), frozen vegetables, you name it.  There are also things lying around like tomatoes, onions, garlic, lettuce, cabbage, eggplant, and, you get the idea.  There's also a 100-pound capacity rice dispenser. And I'm not even done yet because we also have a Subzero out in the garage which--you guessed it--is also full.  Only this time not only is there a similar assortment of frozen meats but we also have pot stickers, pirogi, ice cream, and--I am not making this up--pig feet.  Did you hear what I just said?  We have pig feet in the Subzero and people have the unmitigated gall to say there's no food in the house.  (You don't believe me about the pig feet, do you?)  Put it this way, if the Donners had this much food we never would have heard of them and right about this time I'd be making some oblique reference to a plane load of soccer players crashing in South America.  Truth is, if we stopped food shopping today we could get by at least four to six weeks with the food on hand and in an emergency--with rationing--we could go three to four months, no doubt.  We might not enjoy every meal, but we'd survive for sure.  Now, back to the pig feet...