today is one of those days where all i’ve been thinking about is food. what food i want to eat. what food i wish i had for lunch other than what i actually have. what food i have at home that i wish i could hork down (but i won’t). what past food/meals i’ve eaten.
pile my food woes on top of the fact that it’s fucking freezing outside and all i want to do is go home, crank the mini heater that sits right next to the bed, and crawl into my cocoon of blankets.
also, i’m extremely bored. so i started going through the massive amounts of pictures on my iPhone and i came across these:
i made a delicious meatloaf for lincoln and B back when i got my perfect meatloaf pan.
french. onion. meatloaf.
it was beyond delicious and pretty similar to a french onion soup only in massive meat form.
the salad i’m choking down looks like fucking dog shit compared to these photos.