Wednesday, January 19, 2011

other kinds of kryptonite (and a small story about my little brother)

One time I dated a guy who would start making food every time I came over. It didn't matter what time. He'd start chopping things up real fine: garlic, onions, peppers, potatoes. He just knew I would always be hungry.

I remembered him at the grocery store tonight after a long long afternoon in which I forgot to eat something. He was such a relief. (And then I thought about my tall tall brother in Argentina who I suspect is hungry every day. I was extra grateful for the woman in his ward who invited him over and gave him extra-large empanadas to eat.)

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