  Earlier we visited Hell, also known as Sonora, Texas. We typically don't stop in this very small town because, even though it's in the middle of nowhere, the local hunters support this economy enough that hotel, food, and gas prices are ridiculously high. But today we were all hungry and in need of gas long before San Antonio. We've learned through the multitudes of times we drove the fourteen hour trip to NM or the 13 hour trip to El Paso (as well as our adventures elsewhere) not to fall into the fastfood roadtrip trap.
This morning we deviated from our healthy travel diets to eat at Wendy's. And we all paid with the sticky grease feeling on your tongue that you only recognize when you abstain from that stuff long enough, and with upset gastrointestinal tracts. So in Sonora we stopped by the local grocery store in search of a deli-made something. All the deli had was fried burritos, fried okra, and fried chicken so I settled for a tub of yogurt.
If we were really hungry, I've found all groceries have those tuna-salad on crackers kits, but we just needed a snack. The best moment was when I was studying the dairy box and Aidan said in his too-loud kid voice, "mom, where's the soy milk? " The woman next to us turned on her heel and walked away, I almost fell over laughing. But where was the soy milk? Even the remotest towns we visit carry at least a few brands. Tucumcari, Farmington, even piddly Vernon, Texas always has something of the soy variety. 
