I don’t know what it is about fall here in Seattle but lately I have been hungry in the way that makes me so quick to yell, “Yeah I could eat!” whenever someone even talks in my direction even if they weren’t talking about food at all, they were asking if I was done using the copier or if I could kindly move over because I’m taking up the whole row on the bus. The colder it gets, the more I want to bury myself in a barrel of cookie dough ice cream and the only way to save my life is to eat my way out, then I can be on a TLC/Discovery/Bravo show: WHAT I ATE TO SAVE MY OWN LIFE.
Though if I were on that type of show, I’m sure I would be torn by jealousy from watching another person who saved his/her life by eating something even better like an Iowan-farm-sized silo of just Lucky Charm cereal marshmallows and I would go, I could have eaten that instead?! So much regret in my life as it is!
But least it wouldn’t be some woman’s tale about being stuck in an enormous pinwheel sandwich–do you know those sandwiches that aren’t sandwiches at all? They’re just sliced from a large wrap and though they might be pretty, they are one of the few foods which I do not know how to eat in a dainty way because everything smooshes out in one bite and in order to keep it together, I have to unhinge my jaw and consume it in one long breath.
This hunger is in direct conflict with my diet, otherwise known as: Operation Mona’s Phenomenal Body which I hope Obama decides is the country’s next mission now that the Iraq War is over. I need this country’s troops to help me get into a one-sleeve dress, that’s how lofty this goal is. Until then, I’ll have to pretend that all the pictures of spam/shrimp/garlic fried rice I’ve been seeing on Instagram (are you on this iPhone app of sorcery? if not–GET ON IT!) are not animating themselves into one loud chorus of: EAT US! EAT US!
What is your comfort food when you are hungry?