cheap hot dogs, cheap buns, cheap marshmallows, cheap fake BBQ chips, cheap graham crackers, cheap marshmallows, 2 real Hershey’s bars.
I’m getting a little tired of this nauseous shocked sadness. The people cry to me that they must eat and so I stand in the kitchen and stare into the pantry. Lentils look back at me with their boring, healthy, regular, 40 minutes to cook faces. I cannot cook you today, I think. If I cooked you today, that would mean everything was alright. It would mean I have the emotional energy to meal-plan. It would mean that I care enough about next week to want to fix decent food today.
So, instead, I think about the comforting easy saltiness of processed cheese food powder poured over dead pasta. I think about the tangy burst of high fructose corn syrup wrapped up with love in the arms of gummy bears. Yes, and fill up my constant blue cup with hot, black coffee. What else do I need besides coffee and gummy bears? Do the kids need something besides mac ‘n cheese?
Well, the lentils will still be there after the processed-food fetish wanes. But today, friends, I pass the chips and roast the mallow.