dinners are for winners.

hey.
i've got a new idea,
and it might be a good one.
ready?
alright- here it is...
i think i'm gonna get super gigantically fat and disgusting.
yeah.
like,
total blarp-out meat rolls and jiggles everywhere.
ok?
no?
oh.
well,
i'm gonna at least eat so much i should be enormous, anyway.
like,
there's a gluttonous gargantuan gut hiding inside my regular-sized bellyhole.
like,
i've got stretchmarks and elastic waistbands subtly superimposed over my midsection.
like,
there's a ghost who exists and occupies the same space and place as i do,
and he is a great big corpulent wallow-pig who only derives joy from eating.
and the echoes of that ethereal spirit of overconsumption possess me nightly.
get it?
the happiest moments of every day are the ones where i'm eating too much.
uh-huh.
that's real.
i know i need food to survive,
so i want to put enough in me to survive forever.
......that IS how it works, isn't it?
i mean,
bears do okay with that biological imperative, don't they?
i want to eat enough to sleep away the next six months.
awwwwwwwwwwwww.
fine.
but,
i DO love eating good food.
that's no joke.
the other night,
amber fired up some expert sweet potato quesadillas,
with spicy peppers and black beans and onions, and pesto and juices an' that.
the best part of sunday night was munching up that folded flap of hottness.
check the teleport:

see?
small joys on large plates are what i deal with hours of weak sauce for daily.
with those fancy side orders, y'all?
c'mon.
that's what i want all the time.
really.
last night,
i overdid it all by myself, even.
lentils and tofu and couscous and spinach and tomatoes and onions and spices.
teleport:

a big ol' pile of protein and fiber for extra-awesome next-day pooping!
gross.
the tastes and textures of all of it on it's way in was totally worth it, tho.
yeah!
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long days don't actually make summer seem to take forever.
and that's pretty dumb.
ah, well.
there's always too much food at the end of the day, at least;
never quiet, never soft.....