Hestia is my co-pilot; I shall not starve.
She maketh me to shop at TJ's: she leadeth me beside the slow cooker.
She restoreth my stomach: she leadeth me in the paths of foodcrime for her name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of sodium, I will fear no infarction: for thou art with me; thy spoon and thy fork, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a plate before me in an apartment devoid of confusing friends: thou anointest my pork with oil; my cooker steameth over.
Surely fullness and gluttony shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the YMCA's weight room forever, lest @anthracite gobble me up when you're not looking.
@anthracite (In case you were curious, it's my signature Santa Fe white chili with chicken, tomatillos, Hatch chiles, and garlic. I'd share, but in the immortal words of Alice Trillin, "There isn't much, you know." >_< )
