food glorious food!

Read my lips: NO NAUSEA!

This morning I chowed most heartily on scrambled eggiwegs mixed with melted cheddar, apples with cinnamon, and rye crackers with olive oil. And damned if I don't want some more, please, sir.

I am so damned elated with this development that I can scarce contain myself. Perhaps food is the key to mojo?

In nurritam, mojoam est...


*ok i know that's not real latin. Call it abbilatin if you like. I do not care.