

Rice is especially great because it’s one of those dry goods that i can keep for basically indefinite quantities of time.
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Rice is especially great because it’s one of those dry goods that i can keep for basically indefinite quantities of time.
Well, there certainly are “”““people””“” (Nationalist Christians, aka Nat-Cs) who think I am skilled and experienced at eating babies, so… I guess???
I only buy packages, containers, or cartons that will sit within my nutritional budget to eat all of in a single sitting. One, maybe two of those = one meal. Especially those wonderful single-course entrees I can buy at ALDI for like six bucks a pop. That’s actually a day’s worth of food. Especially because I tend to eat one meal a day (when i am behaving).
Costco rotisserie chickens rock my fucking world too. Those things can be more than one meal!
I will also buy packages of “salad mix”–mixed greens with a few other veggies in it,
and then I’ll add a nice dash of salt, and either a splash of apple cider vinegar or a liberal dusting of Parmesan cheese and a sprinkle of red pepper flakes, then shake it all up and just GO TO TOWN on the whole container.
The only perishables I buy are things of this sort that I will most certainly eat RIGHT AWAY.
Everything else is either
a: canned goods where i’ll use the whole can at once adding to one of the above items
or,
b: non-perishable usually dry goods with which i can augment other things with pinches and dashes at a time (there are some things like vinegar or certain hot sauces that age and develop more flavor over time).
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What agony tastes like. Every nerve in my entire mouth, screaming. The room, spinning. The air, ringing. Can’t think. Can’t move. Every beat of my heart shooting pain as the nerves re-stimulate. Sometimes I still feel echoes of the pain. It has been twenty years. Just smelling the blend of other seasonings commonly used reawakens the flashbacks. Some part of me is still in that restaurant, still suffering, even now…
I will never eat Thai food again.