What’s For Dinner?
8 Jun
Occasionally I get xerostomia thinking about what’s for dinner. I could go out for pad thai, but on a blogger’s salary, I reserve those occasions for special treats. I like to eat healthily, which doesn’t make it any easier – or less expensive. I thought about doing it French style, like getting some cheese and a baguette and some salami, but that doesn’t seem satisfying enough. And if I make a stir fry, which I am perfectly capable of doing, it takes about an hour for it to be steaming in front of me. And so I am in a quandary, a dilemma, a quagmire, I’m stuck in a mire, I don’t know what to do, where to go, or what to eat.
Maybe I’ll let the Fates guide me to dinner. When I hop on my bike and begin to pedal home, perhaps I’ll be seized with a certain desire to stop somewhere and eat, or maybe I’ll have an idea of what to make, or maybe I won’t – maybe I’ll get home, and collapse into a ball and rock and shake with hunger pains, eventually being forced to snack on whatever is leftover in my pantry. Or maybe I’ll just get a $4 falafel.
Tune in tomorrow to see what happens!
I can relate only too well.
Well?