Staying in a location foreign to me, I bumbled around finding the proper cooking utensils for my breakfast.
Evidently, it took half an hour to make my breakfast.
And half a minute to finish it.
I was still hungry, thinking that my reward for the effort I had put into cooking had passed too quickly.
I wanted more.
But I spent too much time making my breakfast and cleaning up that I didn’t want to do it all over again for only thirty seconds of pleasure.
Then again, I wasn’t hungry enough.
Because if I were, then I wouldn’t have questioned doing it again— I would have already started my second breakfast before thinking.
Perhaps later I’ll have enough hunger to make more food.
Perhaps later I’ll have enough hunger for something besides food.
Here’s my quote for the day.
Hunger is the best sauce in the world.
Miguel de Cervantes