I’ve haven’t been eating very well all week. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just don’t want to be in a kitchen. I’ve practically turned into a vegetarian.
Some friends invited me on a camping trip to Maine. I said no thanks. A lady invited me over to her place. I declined. Apparently I’m not getting enough of whatever vitamin it is that protects against lameness.
I once had a nutritionist friend who could tell you what your body was actually crying out for whenever you were craving certain foods. Last night I got a craving for a stir-fried onion. So I cut up an onion and fried it in the frying pan. I wonder what that means?
I could hear my father’s voice in my ears: “That’s not really all that much of a meal.” So I chopped up a jalapeno pepper and threw that in as well. Sweet baby jesus! Are you trying to kill me, dad?
Anyway, that was my supper.