We'll have a crowd for Christmas: Bart's parents will be here, along with one brother, one sister-in-law and two cousins.
This is big news, because we never have relatives on holidays when we're overseas. So naturally, I reacted to the news by going on a cooking binge. It's what I do.
I decided to make enchiladas for Christmas Eve-Eve, because my father-in-law loves Mexican food. Last night I made one pan of chicken enchiladas, into which I tossed my very last can of chopped green chiles. No problem, I figured, they sell those at the commissary, so I can buy another can for batch #2.
But alas, today there were exactly zero cans of chopped green chiles at the commissary. None at the Z store, either. After getting stuck in Abdoun-to-Swefiyeh traffic for 30 minutes, I couldn't face another side trip to Cozmo. So our vegetarian enchiladas will be chile-less. Also, we will likely lack guacamole, because avocados aren't easy to find, and they ain't cheap! And I haven't found unflavored tortilla chips for the salsa.
Why must the simplest things be so difficult?