We had just come back from a weeklong family vacation the night before, and I went into the kitchen the next morning, contemplating what I would cook for breakfast. All three of my kids sat at the table, waiting with anticipation for their morning meal. I opened the refrigerator and stared at the emptiness. I had made sure to use up most of our groceries before we left, so nothing would be wasted. The fridge looked bare without its usual occupants of milk, OJ, eggs, fruit and vegetables. Suddenly, I heard my 8-year old son cry out, “Mom! The refrigerator!” I looked over at the table ... Read the Post