COOKED: A Fried Medley Of Sorts Or Hey, Now, Let's All Be Friends.

Cravings. They crawl up, stick to you, eat at you. Once you fulfill that craving, I can't think of anything else so wonderful. I get high off food. Anyone who has seen me sit down to dinner after a long day will notice that shine in my eye, that intense sparkle... of addiction.

Thusly, I sometimes get cravings that I don't really understand. This was one of those days. "God... I'm so hungry. More rice? Yuck. I... I... damn. What the hell am I going to eat? Everything seems nasty. Except for that ginger. Man. Why can't I just eat the ginger? Damn. I... I... hey... that pepper looks, no I can smell the juciness of that pepper." So I did what I wanted. I ate the ginger. Sliced and fried baby, with some potatoes and a bit of the pepper. But I mostly ate the pepper raw. And it felt so good.

Chow, Lucia