I just made this huge, delicious salad full of cucumber moons, tomato, basil and goat cheese, with arrrrrrgula leaves and red wine vinagrette. It fills up my pasta bowl, which signifies a pretty hefty portion of veggies. And I stand at the kitchen counter, take a few bites and think "Dangit, I'm not going to be able to finish this in one minute, and I don't want to stand here forever..."
This is what working has done to me. I rarely eat a normal meal. I'm so used to making something and then taking a few bites from it when I get the chance, that I don't even know how to sit down anymore. Or maybe I just crave something else...
Does anyone want a delicious salad? There's still quite a bit left.
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