Donna had the dubious distinction of being my sluttiest friend. If it moved, she fucked it. And she was crazy for anal sex. And she was famous for the fact that nobody ever broke up with her-or if they did, ultimately, they always came back.
Fast forward to today: I have somehow manifested her spirit. I got one email from a date I had last week. And, an email from someone I dated TWO years ago. So yeah, Donna was right. They always come back.
But you're not here for all this. You want your fix. So let's break it down, what we're really thinking about: food.
Lately, I've been having my usual whole cucumber (cut into chips) with the seaweed chips, you my darling readers know how I love them together. Well, I have kicked it up a notch by adding baby carrots and hummus to the mix. AND-here's the kicker, sometimes, I am too full to eat dinner! But not tonight.
Tonight, I had baby meatballs made of beef and pork.
I made the unfortunate mistake at lunch of realizing that they do not mix with Prager burgers and broccoli. HEARTBURN!
But after the my usual chippy/carrot/hummus snacky-it's okay. For now.
I will let you know.
The fantasy? This week? Soft white bread with butter. Frozen butter melting on my tongue and the soft bread wadding up in my mouth. Perfection. I can even lie down in a huge loaf of bread, cuddle up and sleep.
I remain,
Hilda Stinson
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