Here's the thing. I don't cook much these days. I do occasionally, and I do prepare food for myself. But even when I have fixed something good, something I like, something, even, that I'm excited to eat. Even then, I have to eat it for days on end or else throw it out. Not everything can be frozen for the future, you know.
Throwing out good food is hard to do. So I usually just eat it. And I reach the point, as I did today, where I say, "I do not want any more of that!" For a long time.
Like today. After four days of it, I am full, fed up, tired of tuna on toasted rosemary/olive oil bread with a green salad on the side. These are foods I really like. But I've had enough.
Poor me.
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yes, poor you. i get sad whenever i hear about someone who can't find happiness in food.
it's kind of how i feel about breakfast these days.
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