I Want To Eat Something Really Yummy, But What?
I really want to eat something delicious, something yummy, something that will be a real pleasure, maybe a little crunchy, or maybe a little salty. Or sweet. Or maybe tart.
When I open the fridge, what are the possibilities? Milk. Orange juice. Ginger ale. Fruited yogurt. Naah. Down in the drawer. Romaine lettuce. Radishes. Celery. Carrots. Well, I could make a salad. Naah.
What's in the freezer? Some ugly frozen black bananas waiting for me to put them in banana bread batter. Frozen blueberries. Frozen raspberries. Frozen green beans. Frozen chicken breasts. Naah.
Something yummy. What's up in the cabinet? Cream of wheat. Raisin Bran cereal. Quaker Oats cereal. Blueberry muffin mix. Hmmmmm. Maybe. They won't be ready though for another 30 minutes or so.
Next cabinet, let's see. Jars of tomato sauce, spaghetti sauce, navy bean soup. Boxes of lasagna, spaghetti, penne rigati, rotelle, and ziti. Do I feel like cooking?
Something really yummy. On the countertop I have a bowl of apples, oranges, and pears. Good for me, yes. Naah.
What do I want? I have no idea. I don't think I'm going to have anything really yummy tonight.
It's getting late. I could scramble some eggs, pop some bread in the toaster, make a cup of tea, and just be glad to have something palatable, something comfortable and familiar, and I can enjoy that, I think.
Yummy might be for another day.