March 9, 2006

• I came home last night in a rare form of hunger. Normally, that would be easily remedied without much stress or effort. But this time, as I stared into the shelves of our refrigerator and pantry, my eyes did not fall upon any great bounty. Frankly, they were actually quite void of anything edible at all (at least, not anything I felt edible, as I am quite the selective eater).

  
  

  Having seen with my own eyes the barrenness of our food supply, you would think that I would sadly give up on my quest for nourishment, and go find something productive to do in hopes of distracting me. But not I. The next half hour consisted of me walking repeatedly back and forth from refrigerator to pantry in hopes that somewhere along the way, some delectable morsel that had first escaped my notice, might suddenly catch my eye. As I began to weary of my circular coarse between our food supply, I was forced to concede that there would be no change today, no matter how long I watched and waited.

  
  

  As I was lamenting my woes aloud to my mother in regards to the lack of any evolutionary occurrences in our refrigerator, she wisely commented to me:

  
  

  "Well, any evolution that happens in our refrigerator normally doesn't turn into anything you'd want to eat."

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