Food Is Proof That God Loves Us And Wants Us To Be Happy
But what happens when the last good thing is gone?
A perfectly cooked, butter-soft steak, smashed potatoes, crispy fried Brussels sprouts, and cheesecake at the end. It was at a restaurant called Char in Rocky River, Ohio, and I was with my boyfriend, and he had a gift card.
It was the perfect meal.
We still talk about that steak every so often, the way you talk about something you’ve lost that you can never get back, like your youth, or David Bowie.
That was in 2020, before everything went to a very real and tangible hell.
My neighbor has a pink, 1970’s-era limousine parked in his backyard, and of course, I want it.
I don’t know why I’m so interested in automobiles, considering I can’t tell most of them apart and I most certainly do not know how they work.
For example, there was an incident recently when I noticed I was low on antifreeze (I checked the manual to confirm this — the manual which helpfully declaims WARNING: AUTOMOTIVE FLUIDS ARE NOT INTERCHANGEABLE, for those of us inclined to pour oil into the windshield wiper fluid).
