HATEFOOD

by Lisa

I trust my kitchen.  The cutting boards stay sanitized, the water for dishes is hot hot hot.  Spans of time in restaurant kitchens taught me the mantra, “First in, first out,” and I do rotate.

Then, something went terribly wrong and I’ve gone into digestive upheaval.

I hate food.

I hate my kitchen.

I especially hate salad.

 

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