The missus went out with her regularly scheduled grocery shopping and just sent me this photo with the note “Worse than a hurricane.”:

It seems we do not like parboiled rice, nor basmati or jasmine rice.  Not a whole lot of Colombians and Venezuelans in the neighborhood (yellow packages are precooked corn flour, staple for both countries) and everybody has a working rice cooker.

We had already restocked what needed two weeks ago. This time around I thought about whole powdered milk for the first time since we did not want to gamble of transportation delivering fresh milk in case of the stupids. And the Boss said she could bake using milk from powder.

I got me a can yesterday and it took some internet search to find it since the local Wally World suddenly was out of it.

Fresh milk was not something easy to find when I was growing up. Tropics are not conductive to mass milk production and the quality was (and still is) crappy at best so this was the alternative. It came imported from the Netherlands and you can say it saved at lot of kids from the rickets back then.

Be careful out there!