Is it just me, or do a lot of you end a busy day with food on the brain? In a trance-like state I pulled out of the parking lot at my school at 12:45 and drove straight to Panda Express, where I self-medicated with orange chicken. Yes, I feel much better now.
Food is so connected to feelings and memories.
Seafood=growing up on the eastern seaboard.
Kale, soup= Vo.
Pastrami burgers=wedding night (hey, there was a burger joint between the reception center and the hotel and we were hungry!).
So, I sit here in the food court reading, writing, and breathing fire from my Kung Pao.