When I was interning at Li and Fung, I would regularly come home from work around 11pm and dine on about half a jar of chunky applesauce. For some reason that's what I wanted for dinner, so that's what I had. When I would talk about it at work, people would act like it was weird or sad. But you know, I just really needed to get some of that chunky applesauce in my belly. And then, of course, I needed to pass out face down in my bed.
Last night I arrived home around 9pm, and I knew what I would eat: a can of corn with black pepper and Tapatio followed by 1/4 of a chocolate bunny. I washed it all down with a lukewarm glass of water because apparently I haven't eaten ice in so long that my ice is growing tumors. And it was just what I wanted. Nacho Libre would have said, "get that corn out of my face," but I wanted that corn in my face and subsequently in my belly.
So, next time you're eating a can of peas mixed with black beans and a side of hummus chips, know you're a member of a league of free-thinking spinsters. Free-thinking about dinner, that is. I can't speak for any of your other thoughts.