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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).
I ventured abroad to purchase a jug o’ coolant and then forced my boyfriend to, again, confirm that I (he) was about to pour the appropriate automotive fluid into the appropriate automotive fluid receptacle.
This resulted in much pointing out of antifreeze receptacles when we got to the auto show later that day.
The auto show where we paid $8 for a sausage sandwich.
Now, of course, the price of food at things like auto shows and festivals is hugely inflated. You expect that you’re going to pay $5 for half of a potato cut into strips. It just comes with the territory.
What I did not expect was that this morning, I’d pay $2 more at McDonald’s for the exact same thing I bought last week.
The price of gas goes up and up (sometimes down, just to fake us out). Don’t even talk to me about eggs. I have seriously disturbing visions of pushing a wheelbarrow full of cash up to the drive-thru…
