I spend entirely too much time thinking about food. My thoughts are currently trained on:

• The chicken breast salad I am eating for lunch
• What I'm going to buy at the grocery store in a bit
• The meal I will be enjoying later this evening

I talk about food so damn much that people think there is something wrong with me. When I have a craving, its almost never something simple like a cheeseburger (though I do get burger cravings quite often these days...)

I have these elaborate fantasies that span multiple courses. Inside my world, a craving begins with a specific drink and ends with another. I spend too much time thinking about beverages as well, but that's an entirely different topic that I'm not quite ready to tackle.

An Example

• Pouilly-Fuissé
• Bread & olive oil
• Wild mushroom bisque
• Pinot Noir
• Fennel & dijon mustard pork tenderloin
• Risotto with pomegranate seeds
• Espresso
• Tiramisu
• Drambui

I am well aware that my petite bourgeoisie daydreams about something as simple as nourishment are obnoxious but I can't help it. This is how I operate.

I am looking forward to going out to dinner tonight with a group of friends, some of whom I hardly see anymore. I am very fortunate to have several good, and few truly wonderful people in my life. I hope that those people know how much they mean to me. Life has been surprisingly kind to me and the randomness with which things happen gives me cause to believe that some things are not coincidental.