Truly. Seriously.
The mere fact I've entitled this post as I have, is the pudding for which the proof is evident that I have no scruples when it comes to talking of such issues. Desperately need salt and meat. Red meat. Something must die to make my gullet and internal chemistry happy.
Dinner:
The second half of last night's chicken parm sandwich, supplemented with
Spicy fries, slathered in gravy from the caf.
Supper:
Quarter pounder McValue Meal with root beer as the beverage of choice.
jasmine
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Scullery banalities of an ominvorous rambler and habitual eater.
