I’ve had a lot on my mind this week, but I’m trying not to eat my feelings. (Mostly because that would bother my stomach. Although I’m dying for some chicken pad see yew—I literally haven’t had it in years, and it used to be one of my favorite foods.)
Instead, I ran away to NJ for a little quality time with the parentals/personal day action. Lunch was a turkey burger and sweet potato fries, and we ordered Chinese for dinner because we were all too tired to cook. I wanted orange chicken, but I thought it might bother my stomach so I stuck with the chicken, vegetables and brown rice. And a spring roll.
My dad: “This one has all the vegetables, it must be yours, Theodora.”