Monday, November 8, 2010
It might not sound like a big deal, but this issue rattled me so much that I had to express it in an illustrated two-panelled story.
Noam loves to cook, and she even sometimes cook for me, even if she isn't particularly hungry. Amazing as that my be, what happened today completely threw my brain into such a logic error, I had to restart myself. She cooked dinner, but didn't eat it. I didn't eat either. The meaty sauce just sat there, staring at me, mocking me. How can anyone have the will power to cook something and not eat it?? I hate cooking, and the only reason I do make food is to keep myself from dying. So seeing someone chop, stir and boil for an hour with no immediate satisfaction is a mystery. I don't want to think about it for too long, otherwise my brain will explode.