It's Just Not Gonna Be Enough

There isn't enough chicken salad in the bowl...and it's my fault. I called ahead of time to tell my grandma that Im trying to eat sensibly so she made chicken salad and some kind of pickled beans. So, to everyone elses' dismay that will be dinner and since I am the official  baker of desserts, they will get none of that either. I feel shitty. So I offered my services up and made a quick run to the store for bread. I came back and my grandma was displeased with my choice of "San Francisco French Bread" golly. I tried. Now everyone shall suffer through tonight's dinner with meager portions, pickle breath, and "uncreative" bread. This is what happens when healthy is woven into the every day meal...things get chaotic and feelings get hurt. Give me strength.