It is 10:46 a.m. For the past 2 hours I have been trying my best to ignore the call from the tiny fridge in the outer office, beckoning me to come forth and give in.
It is the call of my BLT “Fixins”. The siren song of my latest in my unending line of food obsessions.
You see, Keri eats in cycles. Seemingly without reason or warning, suddenly I will have a craving for a food, and then for weeks (sometimes months) after that, it is all I want to eat.