The tiny tragedy of the cheese

It has been a grilled cheese kind of weekend.

Yesterday we were almost out of bread, so I carefully limited the number of slices I had so I'd have a few left for lunch, and requested that Belovedest get more sourdough bread, and more small tomatoes, on the way home.

I thought of asking about cheese, but I was almost sure that there was another bag of shredded cheddar in the bottom drawer, so I refrained. No need to overstock cheese just because I was feeling insecure.

( And thereby a small Saga ensued. )