That's my official excuse for why I haven't been updating. I've been thinking about food so much, but in a very narrow, limited way, and after a day in the restaurant kitchen I just can't bear it. I haven't been cooking anything but microwave burritos and Marie Callender's chicken pot pies for weeks; I've mostly been grazing at the perennially disappointing Whole Foods buffet, shoving things in my head mindlessly, reaping vast fields of biliousness and indigestion. I am tired.
But I am hungry, really. My inside cupboards are empty and full of roiling, bitter acid. What I want in there isn't food. It's more vaporous. Not even organic; mineral maybe? Tourmaline but less tangible. I had a beautiful tourmaline bracelet once, I wonder what happened to it.
When I start cooking again, you'll know that I'm okay. It probably won't be for awhile.
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