Food Fetish

Posted on April 15, 2005 in Eating Routine

My mind feels like a long, long piece of string cheese — white and broad, stretched across the eyes behind the eyes. My ears wait outside the window for the sound of my wife’s car, which means we can go eat. I’m hungry. I set a table of bright red sauces and white creams surrounded by ruffled kale greens. Only her timing prevents me from feasting.