Crab and Chocolate.

A chronicle of events is the shallow thinkers response. A reflection, a snapshot with words, the finding of significance in the mundane, well that is perhaps the hallmark of the (somewhat) motivated individual.
 I currently feel hungry. This is a universal experience that everyone can connect to. Might hunger be a metaphor for something else? Might it be symbolic of my lack of connectedness to the universal experience of my fellow humans?
Might it be the result of the four hours that have transpired since lunchtime?

There are so many things in life that are pleasant. Hunger is not one of them. I find it intolerable. As entertaining as the grumblings of my stomach are, and they are pretty durn funny, they don't make up for the overall unpleasantness. I get all drooly, I can't concentrate, and I find no nobility in the notion of depriving myself of food.  So I feel that when one is hungry one should eat, unless it is too close to dinner time and eating would diminish the full impact of the pending culinary experience. This of course only applies when someone has actually taken the time to prepare an actual meal, meant to be enjoyed. If you have nothing but crap food in your immediate future, feel free to snack at will.

I think it's amazing that I have so many choices of what to eat. It's quite luxurious. Two fourth of Julys ago I made barbeque and I purchased a fifteen-pound shoulder roast of pig. I just loved it so much, looking at that roast in my fridge, just loving the obscene good fortune of all that pork. This morning I had scrambled eggs, which were like little puffs of ovo cloud, and a quarter of a pound of bacon for breakfast. Not only was it delicious, I reveled in the perfect balance of wholesomeness and depravity as I reflected on the ironic nature of the meal itself. The continual renewal of life juxtaposed with preservation after death which together most likely sustained me as it clogged and hardened my arteries. What a delight to have such thoughts, to experience each morsel as a culmination of flavor and future, things forgotten, remembered, and foreboding.

Later, my husband read me something from the paper about people purchasing crab legs and candy bars with their SNAP benefits. Apparently this is a Big Deal to some people, evidence of the rampant abuse of public assistance that breeds laziness and favors entitlement over hard work. Oh fuck that, say I. If you are in a place where you would begrudge someone some delicious buttery crab and a Snickers, you have your own things to re assess. I say seafood and chocolate for all of humanity, regardless of ability to pay. I look forward to seeing the butter drip down the chins of humankind.