Back home there’s a grocery store every mile or two; here, I have yet to see one.

There’s nothing to eat in this apartment.

If I would have passed a grocery store on my way home from the T I would have bought a few things.

I’ll have to order pizza when my friend’s cousin gets home from work in an hour.

She’s never here so she rarely eats at home, hence no food in the apartment.

I’m still craving mac and cheese. Anything with cheese.

I’d eat anything right now.