Above all things, I’m an eater.
Mealtimes are the milestones of my day. I’ll ogle a frosted cupcake in a shop window the way some girls will drool over a diamond solitaire. I fall asleep with my mouth watering over visions of the morning’s fluffy mushroom omelet dancing in my head. On more than one occasion I’ve blown the better part of an afternoon at Whole Foods, just looking.