I’m too emotionally drained to talk about food.
I’ve been eating out a lot. Somehow spending 13 hours a day away from home just makes me want to gorge on grease than go to sleep. Of course, that’s after my requisite TV and Internet time.
On a food side note: Blue Plate Diner waitresses are awful on a busy Sunday afternoon and homemade sauces are only as good as the roux you make. Longer posts to come later.