Shopping while hungry yields unexpected results. And a carton of ice cream

The text was terse: “Don’t ever send me to the store again when I’m hungry.” 

My daughter had offered to pick up a few things for me at the market, and by a few, I mean fewer than 10 items.

We’re still unpacking the car.

“These are for when I visit,” Sara said, popping a box of frozen waffles in the freezer. 

“Did you remember my English Breakfast Tea?” I asked.

“Mom, anyone who knows you would not forget your tea.” 

At least one of the items on my list had been checked off...