Soy flat white; croissant with butter (Red Mango); 2 x slices of fresh bread with butter and vegemite; dandelion tea with soy milk; red beef curry with rice; large chocolate Yoyo from the Hellenic bakery (I promise I will make that call Tom); handful of prunes; 5 x rye crackers; 1 x Monte Carlo biscuit; 1 x Orange Cream; 1 x shortbread creams; 1 x of those chocolate ones from the Arnott’s Assorted Cream packets (office kitchen staple); cup of black coffee;2 x Codral (Original); 1 x mouthful of Betadine (I was startled by someone whilst gargling in the work bathroom – at this point I conceded defeat, I wasn’t going to feel any better, I left work); chocolate cannoli (the next train was going to be in 8 minutes); 1 x tin of chilli beef with a bread roll; 1 x tin of rice pudding; 1 x tin of spaghetti.
Unfortunately I’m sick, which makes me yearn for childhood foods, in my case, canned ready-meals of no nutritional value (other than salt and preservatives, which I’m still holding out a hope that future science will prove to have immune-boosting and evolutionary advancing properties) straight from the tin (no time to microwave, heating it requires 2 minutes of patience that I don’t have). It’s a totally sad and slightly repugnant admission, but what can I say? Our childhood upbringing, is what it is…
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