Okay, I want to eat something. Now. Something that isn’t bread, or a banana, or applesauce. I’m talking steak. Not that I’m opposed to any other type of real food. I walked past a bakery, and everything smelled good. I caught a whiff of approximately twenty-seven varieties of pastry and bread type products, and I wanted every single one. Soup. Good lord, I love toast, but it’s got to go. You’re not getting a lot of culinary options when you’ve got those four ingredients. I’m getting some pho tonight. Soup, noodles, and flavor!