Every morning in Beijing we were missing something.
“Hey! Did you eat all the eggs?!”
“Shite! No milk?!?”
“Oh, maaaaaannnn. We’re outta coffee.”
“Where did those little cookies go?! Where are those little butter cookies?!?”
Without fail. We’d do a halfhearted doomed search around the kitchen and then there’d be the inevitable battle over whose turn it was to venture out into the frigid hazy morning and try to scrounge up the Chinese vocabulary to get whatever we were lacking.