I've had a tough week against food. And I didn't even climb into a giant recycling bin and plow through piles of paper to rescue the chicken wings I accidentally tossed in a fit of recycling zeal. I just ate the salty, crunchy fruit of Landlady Chang's labor when she did that. (Sorry, Chang. It was too ridiculous not to share.)
Every other morning, Lu semi-accidentally eats what she sets aside for dinner at 9:35AM. And this week, I understand why. We've been cursed with bottomless stomachs. Yesterday, I accidentally ate both my lunch and dinner for lunch, despite repeatedly telling myself that I wasn't going to. And this morning, I had 1/3 of an acorn squash for breakfast. It's not a part of any complete breakfast but I had no milk, bread, yogurt, or any other breakfast facilitators in house. Not even rice. Just squash. (and leftover crab dip)
Before you start dialing protective services, however, chillax. Food and I have made up. In glorious fashion. They served turkey sandwich with fixings today at the school cafeteria. With a side of crunchy sweet potato fries. How did they know? I don't know. But that's our song. And now food and I will never fight again.
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