The only things that sound good on a regular basis—and by regular, I mean since a week and a half ago—are cherry limeades from Sonic, corn and hamburgers from Wendy's. Otherwise I eat what happens to strike my fancy or, most often, what sounds appealing and is least likely to make me gag. On this particular day, it was a very specific set of food groups that called my name for lunch. Pan-fried potatoes, beef sausage, corn and mac and cheese. Thankfully my husband dropped by the house for lunch, so with his help I was able to get up long enough to whip together exactly what my heart desired.
And I ate every single bite.