Starvation Is Imminent

Life's not fair, except for that one week in August, when life is, in fact, fair.  So that week while my life was the county fair with Hunneypunkin, Angel Doll, my Treasure, and the Besties, I grossly neglected the household until Friday at which point I got a "Houston, we have a problem" phone call from Pixie.
"There's NOTHING in the house to eat," Pixie told me.  "The boys just got back from work and we have NO food!"  I could actually hear Angel Boy,  Lefty, and The Precious perishing of deprivation in the background.
"Bake some bread,"  I said.
"I already started," Pixie told me, "but the dough is still rising and I have to eat NOW.  I'm dying here.  There's no protein!"
Lefty shouted, "Yeah, we're out of hot dogs!"
"All we have is a tiny bit of five-year-old Cream of Wheat," Pixie lamented, "which isn't enough for everybody and nobody likes it anyway except Angel Boy and it's probably poison because it's outdated.  There's no time to thaw a chicken because it's already past lunch time!"
"Listen," I said, "while the bread is rising, make biscuits.  That only takes a few minutes.  Then get some meat out of the freezer to thaw for tonight and tomorrow, and I'll buy groceries on Saturday."
That seemed to restore some hope to the galaxy.  "We DO have marshmallows," Pixie said brightly.  Even over the phone I could sense the pixie-dust settling a little.  It turned out there was also a stock of tortilla chips, but no salsa.  The Precious whipped together some ketchup, plain yogurt, and chopped onion as a substitute, and the boys did not die after all.  I'm so proud!  He has all the makings of a great bachelor.  Don't mock him.  Jeremy Renner is a long-time bachelor.  He's probably eaten his share of ketchup dip.
I did go shopping as promised.  I had to clean out the empty egg cartons from the fridge and move a big pot of kidney beans, another of chicken broth, several cartons of leftovers, two giant zucchini, and a bag of leaf lettuce out of the way so I could put the groceries in the refrigerator.  Next time I'll plan better, and make some meals ahead.
Now that the kitchen is full of groceries, there's no place to put all the produce that ripened in the garden while I was at the fair.