One meal a day
Literally, I had one meal yesterday. I woke up really feeling bad and when I got out of the room to eat, I cannot take the smell of the food in the table. I don’t know but I want to throw up with the smell of sauted onion and garlic when in fact it’s one of my fave when I am cooking. At lunch, Ace was home to check on me but I hardly ate one spoonful of rice. I asked Che2x beforehand to fry the soup pack (chicken back) hoping that I could finally eat but I ended up munching a slice of the Goldilocks bread I asked her to buy in the mall the other day. I can’t understand what I am up to, or what I am feeling. I also don’t know what I wanted to eat until at last I want something salty. I am craving for a steamed alugbati leaves (Malabar nightshage) dipped in fish paste so I sent Che2x to the store so I could eat dinner early. She went on store hopping but she went home without the Alugbati I am craving for. Hence she got some Kangkong (Water spinach) tops in the vacant lot outside the yard. I cooked Pork Binagoongan for their dinner while Che2x steamed my Kangkong.