I love food. It's delicious. I want to enjoy it. Daily. Why?
Because.. I have to eat it. I might as well fucking LOVE it. How many things in the world are there you have to do that you can also love?
Work? The other gender??
I digress.
So what is it about being sick that makes a bowl of canned chicken noodle soup & saltines in-fuckin-credible???
I sure as hell don't know. That said, always make homemade.
