Thursday, evening: Made about a pound of chicken salad, loaded with craisins and walnuts.
Friday, 11:45: Two bites from the end of an abosultely divine sandwich. Chicken salad on rye , with carraway seeds. Slices of strawberry tomatoes. Divine.
Friday, 11:50 Bite into a bone. Spit the bite out. With a small degree of bitterness, throw the last 2 bites in the trash. I can't finish something like that.
Friday, 12:10: Realize with a little more bitterness that my particular quirks will not allow me to eat anymore of the divine chicken salad with craisins and walnuts.
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