Confession

Okay, I have a confession to make.  Are you sitting down?  The biggest reason I haven't been posting lately is that...I've lost my appetite.  I don't think this has ever happened to me before quite to this extent.  I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. 

For the last four days now (!), I've only been able to get several cups of tea and a couple of spoonfuls of rice and pasta in my system.  I don't feel sick otherwise.  I'm not queasy or in pain.  And my stomach grumbles so I know I'm supposed to be hungry.  It's just that, maybe for the first time in my life, nothing sounds delicious to me, nothing sounds like it's going to make me feel better.  I should probably make some rice soup but I can't even get it together enough to throw that into a pot.  My appetite is blocked.  It is a very novel feeling, and a complete disaster for the blog.  I feel like the dad in Eat Drink Man Woman who is heartbroken because he's lost his palate.  And then as it turns out he had lost his palate because he was heartbroken.  Or something.  Anyway, my deepest apologies, I will keep you updated if my beloved munchies return. 

Needless to say, I didn't eat that tamale and we may never know which tamale lady is superior.  Though neither will probably stand up to my memories of the tamale lady who used to come by the Greenmarket around 7 am Saturday mornings with her perfect tamales -- piping hot and perfectly tender, with delicious strands of white meat chicken and a single verdant strip of fresh jalapeno.