Memoirous

This Christmas had it all—see last post, plus enterovirus, which I would not wish on my worst enemy. It has taken me days to feel better. To feel like even being around food. I finally settled into the occasional banana, the off-chance ramen (half the package). Then . . . I came home from work last night and was hungry. I didn’t know what to do. I needed more than ramen or a banana. So at 8 pm made a casserole. My brain said this is crazy and feels late and also necessary. It was interesting this sensation of actually wanting food. The varying facets of one’s relationship to food—I’d certainly run the gamut this holiday the big dinner the plates of cookies, cakes, pies Nothing even the specter of food being repulsive I threw leftover bread etc out into the snow for the birds and squirrels purged the fridge of almost everything—except a 12-pack of ramen, a bunch of bananas Suddenly peas sound good!? I never eat peas Hunger.