among the mysteries of bachelor life, the one of which people inquire most frequently is diet. “what do you eat?” “do you cook?” “what do you do for dinner?” i get asked such questions all the time, specifically from people of my parents’ generation, even family members. and i don’t really understand it. like, why do you care? do you even care? just making conversation? okay, so i don’t have a little wife to wait on me when i get home from work; what, are you trying to rub it in or something?
as a rule i refrain from asking people about how they satisfy their daily needs. “how much toilet paper do you typically use in a week?” honestly, if you can’t do better than that, don’t bother trying to talk to me.
an average dinner at the Isle:
flatbread multiseed crackers, jarlsberg norwegian cheese, tea, chilled water & assorted vitamins.
and no, i never make baked pototoes.