Munching #1

We'll try to be more vigilant about getting this information to you in the future. I apologize, but some meals appear to have fallen through the cracks.

Last night, Bill had a pork-chop for dinner, while Cynthia had the steak. Both ate mashed-potatoes and mac'n'cheese as a side. It was a white cheese. Neither put any ketchup on either side.



Later that night, we listened to Michael Savage and baked cookies. Not Tollhouse, but Pillsbury.



While Pillsbury sells a lesser quality of cookie-sausage than what the state cookie of Massachusetts produces on a bad day, all munched happily. A success by any measure.



I failed to document my breakfast, lunch or dinner.

Pictured below is Bill's dinner.



He's now resting in the living room. Though he is sleeping those carbohydrates away, thusly forcing himself into a morbid and corpulent future, I would assume anyone would need to rest after eating just a loaf of bread and an Odwalla bottle, much the way one heads straight for bed after the soul deadening monotony of a thankless job, or beloved pet's funeral.