Anger management

Today, I was angry.

I wanted to skip dinner entirely and go straight to bed. But I figured I would really regret the low blood glucose the next day.

I poured a can of Heinz Macaroni and Cheese into a saucepan over the stove, and threw an egg in. But the macaroni and cheese tasted chemical.

A friend of mine doesn't believe in cooking when he's angry, because it ruins the meal. The emotion with which you cook affects the taste of the food, says he. He doesn't even eat when he's angry. He believes that he should only eat when he can properly enjoy the food.

I'm different. Food makes me happy. And except for the two months when my throat closed up and I lost 5 kg, I never have problems eating. But maybe my friend has a point, because my stomach turned at the thought of finishing the whole pot of plastic yellow gunk. So I put the saucepan aside. I did, however, swallow the egg.

I put on my coat, wound my scarf around my neck, clutched my envelope containing a story book close to my chest, and walked out to the pub down the street from my house. There, I sat in the corner next to the window, ate my Sunday chicken roast, and read my story book. And I felt a whole lot better.