You put the gloppier stuff over the browner stuff
It took me forty minutes to turn on my laptop today. It’s fine when I’m at home and it’s plugged in. It beeps, whirs, asks for a swip of my finger and I’m all set. But for some reason it freaks when I take it around town. Do computer suffer from social anxiety? Maybe performance anxiety? When I suggested we could bond over that, the laptop went bezerk, shut down and demanded a reboot. I should have known it wouldn’t like confrontation.
Anyway, I made a weird dinner. Even weird for me, because it involved deli ham. I don’t typically like that stuff and I avoid it because its nitrates could give me migraines. But I guess last Sunday was an exception. Oh yeah, I really went all out. DELI MEAT + LUCIA = WILD. It was lentil and pea soup, brown rice, and ribbons (they look like worms, whatever) of honey-baked ham.
It was ok when I ate it. I gulped it down no problem. However, the next day when I tried to eat the leftovers, that’s when things got gross. I don’t know what happened inside that gladware container in the fridge, but what I do know is that Lucia’s reheated lentil soup is disgusting. It tasted like dirt. Watery, salty dirt.
Over and out.
