Pulled Pork Sandwich on sourdough
Red sauce on Linguine
Edamame (shelled and steamed)
Its remarkable just how little time there is. Writing, for instance, seems like a tremendous waste of time, except for the fact that it performs the dubious function of wasting someone else's time as well. But then again, if the things we type stick around longer than we do, then in a sense we are a tremendous waste of our writing's time. You should have read this hours ago. I should have written it days ago.
Will this semester never end?