Ed attempts to make up for lost weight by having several meals within a single morning.

FOODSTUFF: (1) You Call This Dinner? (2) This is Not What I Asked For! (3) Why This, Why? (4) I Think This was Kinda' Good, but Can We Have Pizza Delivered Tomorrow?

Perniciousness aside, when I was admitted to the hospital, as I had before, I was asked if I had any religious beliefs that would become a factor regarding my medical treatment options. I claimed that I did not have any doctrine-based concerns.

I did not fuss over the taste matter for fear that the issue might rouse a pedigreed reaction as opposed to a symptomatic classification. If either fear (or both) were provocative, I did not want to delay. I wanted to move bravely onward to solid food as quickly as possible without a hint of this incident.

For the past two weeks, my concern, the obsession for the latter part of August, has been the consuming of enough dietary fiber--a discomforting, but welcomed distraction from thinking about the upcoming surgery to remove the glands that are producing high levels of cortisol in my body.

FOODSTUFF: (1) Reminiscient Chow Soup; (2) Umami Saute

The words tweeted here are subconscious epigrams, nonsense disguised as aphorisms.

FOODSTUFF: (1) Nothing Leftover Stew; (2) Smothering the Covering of the Loins; (3) Accommodating Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner; (4) Meal in Full Snack; (5) Out of the Drink/Into the Soup; (6) Migrating the Migraine Stew; (7) Suppering Depression; (8) Sweet and Sour Meat Blobs and Rice Flakes

The words tweeted here are subconscious epigrams, nonsense disguised as aphorisms.

Poem from the collection Twenty-First Century: (1) In Retro Summerization: A Wayward Summary