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I feel as if my head is trying to do an impression of Zeus.
If I wake up tomorrow with child named Athena we know the impression went too far.

I can't take any painkillers because of a medical test. No red meat. No painkillers.

I may kill someone.

Highlight of the day was listening to a customer ask a co-worker, "you have such a lovely voice. What's your sign?" (he was not being ironic)

I will post something when I don't feel so stabby.

getting French on you

There is a certain danger on both sides when attempting to make a dish for someone. Especially if it is a dish they recall someone else making that they enjoyed.
I realized awhile back that it is masochistic to even attempt this. It is much like being asked to recreate a sexual experience someone once had.
No one can do that. Imagine if someone did that. "I want the blow-job that so and so gave me five years ago." or "Can you give me the orgasm that I received from an old lover."

I forget who said it (some philosopher) but they said that a sex drive was merely the mind attempting to recreate that first orgasm. Maybe food cravings are like that.

Still....be careful what you say to your cook. They have the power to kill you.