On a related note, my first word was "eat," closely followed by "go" and "mama." Apparently, my first phrase was "Go eat, Mama?" because I was hungry.
My CW moment: A friend and I cook together every Friday night as a means to veg and hang out. He knows I tend not to think of it when CW dictates a meal should have bread with it, and uses it as an opportunity to cut back on the crap himself. We had a third person over a couple Fridays ago, and we made a thoroughly primal meal of beet raviolis topped with alfredo sauce with a side of sauteed beet greens. I hand him his plate and tell him to dig in. "Where're the raviolis?"
"You're looking at 'em."
"No pasta?"
"Nope."
"Oh. Huh. Should I go grab some French bread so we have carbs?"
"You'd be the only one eating it and your food'd get cold, but go ahead."
"Oh." he shrugs and digs in.



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