Historical Hunger

Historical Hunger

It’s a dark history, but a filling one.

Some times I wonder about my hatred for dogs. I mean, I run around barefoot so I hate the idea of anything at ground level with teeth. Also, I’ve seen packs of wild dogs and they’re terrifying.

But maybe it’s just that I’m a cat person. Cats don’t bark or try to eat your toes. Anyways, stick people love dogs. They’ll eat anything that moves with few exceptions. I guess it’s a cultural thing.

Food or Flight

Food or Flight

See, this is why I only use store-bought eggs.

Have you ever eaten an ostrich egg? I sort of wonder what it would taste like, but I think I’d also feel bad about eating it. Maybe because it’s bigger? Or because I feel like that would be stealing from an actual ostrich? I dunno, but sometimes I dream of making an omelet with all 12 eggs in my carton.

Sick Soup

Sick Soup

It violates humanitarian rights AND it tastes bad!

I…made soup yesterday. It had carrots, celery, onions…soba noodles…vegetable stock…paprika…

…It tastes like what I imagine raw brains scraped along a mouldy restroom tastes like. But I ate it. Because it’s not good to waste food. That’s 5 meals over two days.

Gonna lie down now. I’m eating healthy, but I feel sick.

Green Giant

Green Giant

And she’s short, but labels are rude.

I can’t grow stuff. Actually, that’s not true. I can probably grow mold and fungi.

As I child, I remember my family had a baby cactus plant. We kept it in the bathroom. It lived there for several years, until the day I saw a spider emerge from the inside of the cactus. It had been living in the dead plant’s shell for a long time.

Plant horror stories aside, Pirate’s good at growing stuff. It goes well with her eating stuff. One hand giveth while the other munches away.