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SCENE: It is before dinner. I am eating some crispy fried onions directly from the jar.
STEVE: Jesus, do you have pica?
ME: They're food!
STEVE: No. They aren't. It's like you're eating paint chips. Let me make you some toast instead.
ME: What a good idea. Okay.
STEVE: Would you like some butter or some almond butter?
ME: Butter and marmite and almond butter.
STEVE: And olives! And jalapeños!
ME: And paint chips.
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I am not even a little bit pregnant, and that toast-with-butter-and-Marmite-and-almond-butter sounds pretty good to me. I might even try it with the crispy fried onions and the olives or the crispy fried onions and the jalepenos, though not the crispy fried onions and the olives and the jalepenos.
Wow. I might need a snack.
Posted by: Elsa | 11/25/2009 at 02:35 PM
Don't forget the paint chips!
Posted by: redfox | 12/01/2009 at 10:57 PM