I feel like a Boy Scout.

I am so low on food that all I have left are like, the dried larder goods you'd find in the back of a mugged stagecoach. Last night I found rice and a can of peas and carrots, so I made a fried rice sans egg. This morning I microwaved the leftover un-fried rice and put butter and salt in it, and this evening after work I took the bits of dried chicken and broth powder out of a packet of instant chicken noodle soup, cooked it, and put paprika in instead. Tomorrow morning I'm having the packet of cream of wheat that was under the box of chicken soup, and for dinner I'm making rigatoni with butter because I have no sauce.

I don't know whether to be really sad or pleased with my own resourcefulness.