Back at School

Being back at school means not having any time to eat good food. Pizza and chicken patties, with a whole plate of fries, a dish of ice cream, and a plate of fries for the road is typical. Not that I'm complaining; there are so many creative ways to maneuver the dining hall. I've learned every single way to combine random items around the room into the one perfect plate. Well, not perfect, but satisfying. Or at least filling. Very filling.

But on the other hand- I have been reading a lot. And I find food references everywhere; placed everywhere you'd never expect.

For example, I'm about to finish War and Peace. Tolstoy writes, "if the purpose of dinner is to nourish the body, a man who eats two dinners at once may perhaps get more enjoyment but will not attain his purpose, for his stomach will not digest two dinners."

Tolstoy obviously never went to Wesleyan.