I am having what we at work like to refer to as a “hungry day.” You know what I mean- those days when you have an insatiable hunger- it doesn’t matter what you eat or how much of it, you are still chew off your own arm famished. I have already eaten my breakfast (yogurt & a bagel) AND my lunch ( a piece of lasagna) which doesn’t sound too bad.
Well, until you realize that this was all consumed by 9:30 am and I have now placed an order for delivery of chicken enchiladas with extra jalapenos because, you know, I had to replace my lunch and all. I would like to say that this type of behaviour is odd or outside of the norm for me.
But I cannot.
How I don’t weight 1400lbs and am confined to my bed and when I need medical attention they have to cut out a giant hole in the wall of the house and use a crane and a cherry picker to hoist my enormous ass out is beyond me. On the up side, if I were confined to bed devouring whole chickens and family size veal picatta, think of how much time I would have to devote to well thought and researched diatribes that I could post here for your amusement. I would also probably stop posting recipes and start posting take out menus. Shit. Would I be able to maneuver myself over to the scanner? Maybe I could just describe them to you or take pictures of my orders when they arrive.
My enchiladas will be here in 6 minutes and if they forgot the guacamole I’m going to eat the delivery guy.
