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Iron Stomach: Battle of the Tater Tots

breakfast is the worst.
it's a battle of what i want to eat
vs. what I can stomach.
the mental dialogue goes as such:
'do i want a burger? no - yucky meat smell.
a bagel? no, don't like the texture.
eggs? gross. sandwich? did i already say
yucky meat? well yucky cheese too...

i slump on over to the fridge.
all my stomach wants is orange juice - with ice.
'except that's not all we're having, ' i say aloud to
no fetus in particular, 'because if that's all we eat,
we'll be nauseaus and cranky in an hour won't we?'.
i pick at the lumpy bags in the freezer.
corn? brocolli? spinach? yeah maybe.
frozen mango bits? yeah maybe.
ooh! tater tots!! yummy!
yes! something that sounds half appetizing!
i pull out the bag and a plate to put in the toaster oven.
i haven't had these in ages.
i couldn't stand to smell them for the past couple months.
they say a woman's heightened sense of smell
during pregnancy is a primitive survival mechanism
that prevents a woman from eat rancid food by mistake.

well someone should inform Primitive Survival Mechanism
that we have grocery stores and microwaves now
and that maybe it should piss off.

i start pouring the tots onto the plate,
counting them as i go..1.2..3..4..6..ugh.
i drop the bag.
i can't stand the it. odorous nefarious.
it's like i can TASTE the grease on it
just by sniffing it.
'Fine!' i say aloud dumping the contents
of my would-have-tasted-good breakfast back
in the bag, 'FINE! we're NOT HAVING taters anymore -
we're going to have stupid corn and stupid brocolli!'.

but in the end we comprimised and had pancakes.
(comprimise meaning neither of us got what we really wanted.)

9:02 p.m. - Aug. 19, 2006

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