I woke up in a bit of a bad mood and a headache this morning. This post almost didn’t happen because as soon as I got home after a long but fun day out, I knocked out on the couch. But moving onnn~!
I may or may not have mentioned this before, but I love food. I mean. LOVE it. Look! Look at what I treated myself to for breakfast this morning! (It’s like some higher power knew I was going to be in a bad mood this morning and made sure I planned to go out for “breakfast” dessert with friends.)
My family, friends and co-workers know me to have a limitless appetite. As a result, I’m always hungry. And sometimes (annoyingly) I let the people around me know I’m hungry (that means: can we stop and get something to eat now?!), which is almost always.
A prime example of my hunger, after that breakfast, 10 minutes into our walk to somewhere I was hungry again. And then for lunch, I had spicy Chicken Biryani, and (two of) my friends’ poutines (I could have gone for dessert but decided against it– mostly because my wallet had emptied enough for the day haha).
Almost everyone who knows me knows that a way to my heart is through my stomach. Feed Me. And I’ll love you forever. You don’t even have to treat me to fancy restaurants or cook huge extravagant meals. Just give me food (I like), this basic essential need for survival, and I’ll love you. Actually. Wait. Probably the only time I won’t love you for giving me food is if there’s Coriander/Cilantro/Chinese Parsley/Whatever-else-it’s-called in it. I greatly dislike this herb. As soon as I taste it, it sets off my gag-reflex. I don’t know why, but it does (it makes me sad and I wish I could ignore it (but I can’t) because a lot of restaurants put that in their dishes… sigh. I always ask to hold on the parsley).
One person told me I probably don’t know what hungry means and I’m just associating this “feeling” for hunger. Who knows. The times when I’m not hungry cause panic because it either means: a) I’m sick, b) something is really really really wrong, or c) I’ve been replaced by some doppelganger who wasn’t aware of my eating habits. Most go for option C but it’s never been proven right so far.
So, if for whatever reason you wanted to be on my good side. Treat me out for food 🙂
I’ll end it here because I’m exhausted and I’m going to go back to sleep.
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