There is a nagging, unsettling feeling inside of me..
My mind is constantly buzzing with recipes
Like beats from a drummer's hands and lyrics that escapes a singer's lips
Endless combinations of what can be whipped up, the need to walk the isles of supermarkets, combing the shelves of constituted and genetically modified food.
Mentally cringing and crossing them off.
Avoid the biscuit and other snack isle.. walk down the little healthy food isle..
No, I'm not hungry, thank you very much.
I'm just restless.. and recently, cooking has been my outlet.
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