A fairy typical Sunday. I got up late, read, worked on lesson plans, and taught one shorter class to the twins I work with.
In other news, the one fried-chicken chain just started selling chicken sandwiches, and my cravings are back. There have been long stretches (mostly in college) where I ate a fried-chicken sandwich pretty much daily. Not necessarily even a good one; many were from Kwik-Trip, or worse, the hot food area of the grocery store. I don’t know what it is precisely, but I have yet to encounter a fried-chicken sandwich that I wouldn’t eat once a day. Something about the ratio of melted cheese, fry oil, and corn byproducts has hacked my dumb, midwestern taste buds and made even the lowest-quality sandwiches irresistible. There are plenty of other foods I like, but nothing else that I can eat daily for weeks without tiring.
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