A couple of weeks ago our closest little town, Poolesville, had their annual market day. It’s named…get this….”Poolesville Day.”
Crazy, huh?
There is a parade, and every organized group of every possible venue is in it. Every school and club marches,
every horse club,
and farm club, and politician, and …well, you get the drift. It’s great fun, and there is always FOOD.
Which is a good thing because Varmint was in the Parade with her cheerleading squad, and they had to be there earlier than we’d like to be anywhere on a Saturday, I promise you! I had not had time to put together breakfast for everyone because, well, I suck, apparently.
But of all the food vendors, we couldn’t find any good breakfast food so early. And no one had their other lunch food ready!
So using all the resources I can muster on a Saturday morning, I grabbed what I could find in the car, and we made do. Adapt and improvise, right? It’s either that, or starve, right?
Actually Critter is the only one who would make do.
The rest of us starved.
Don’t judge.
Mama Boe 
LOL. I bought those same cookies for M’s birthday party last year – no-one would eat them! “Mom, these are GROSS!” I don’t think I’ve EVER thrown Oreos away before!! SO wrong! (But they WERE gross!)
lol! Hilarious. In your photo showing vendor tents, I was like, “is our church tent in this picture? Where is it? Where is it?” hahaha.
Years ago when we lived in Austin, Greg went to the local grocery store (HEB) to pick up road trip snacks on our way out of town. Being early in the morning, he picked up milk for me and our standard road trip snacks of Doritos and M’n’M’s. When Greg goes to the check out, the cashier rings up the items, looks Greg in the eye, and says, “Breakfast of Champions.” I kid you not.