I was just sitting thinking about that phrase. The idea of having something and eating it, but still having it. The thought that you could eat or use something without sacrificing it. I was thinking about it not so much in the philosophical sense as is the actual physical, eating, sense. I was actually wishing for a never ending chocolate chip cookie, or maybe a never ending pizza slice. Did you ever wish for something like that? Something you could eat, that would maybe change into another thing you could eat, without having to get up and get it, would never make you feel full and gross, never make you fat? The penultimate lazy man's foodstuff? I get like this sometimes when I am craving something, but not really hungry. I don't even know what it is I'm craving, because when I actually start mentally listing things I could eat, I don't want them: crackers? nope, candy? nope, cheese, chips, chili, chimichangas? nope, nope, nope, nope! Somebody help me! What is this mysterious food I am craving? Will I have to settle for "eating around a craving" for the next few days until I discover what it is I actually want? Like Templeton, the rat at the fair, eating a bit of everything? The thought of it makes me a little bit sick...and full.
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The fair is a veritable smorgasbord, morgasbord, morgarsbord aaaaffffttttterrr the crowds have ceased! Each night, as the lights go out, it's candy town, up and down, all around. . . that's where a Yam can feast.
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