Basil. Damn it. Fresh basil? Good. Growing fresh basil? Beast. Respect for new life flies out the window. Crippling the plant for food is first and foremost. New buds? Kill! Energy must go to grow leaves, not flowers. Not. Flowers. New bud? Pluck. New bud? Pluck. New bud? Pluck. New bud pluck. New bud pluck. New bud pluck. Dirty, dirty work. Foiling flowers for a finer food. The self-hate is sufficient without also committing herbicide. And the dilemma of detail. Pluck the bud, not the leaf. Pluck the bud, not the leaf. Pluck bud, not leaf. Pluck bud, not leaf. Pluck bud, not leaf. Pluck bud not leaf! Augh! Leaves! Fat fingers plucking leaves! It is willed. This plant must die. Damn it. Basil. My life is a hell.
Butter. Damn it. Toast needs butter. Coverage is critical. An even spread of fat to the edges of the toasted surface matters most. Correct knife is crucial. Sufficient strokes. Butter enough to make it to the edges without spilling over. Get a gap between crust and crumb and the process must be scrapped. Have pat posed. Toaster pops. Pick toast. Place on surface. Scrape and spread. Get to the border. No drips. No gaps. Gaps. Drips. Eegad. No! Augh! Not perfect. Not. Perfect. Eat or toss? Dilemma. Damn it. Butter. My life is a hell.
Damn it. Whole grain. Good, right? Get ‘em. They got fiber. They cramp cancer. Heart healthy. Or…not. Whole grains kill. They are anti-nutrition. They suck out minerals. They are fat burning bombs that bomb you into obesity. They are the inflammatory anti-inflammatories. My buddies barley and brown rice. Magical maize and millet. Sassy sorghum and spelt. Everyday oats, rye and wheat. Wherefore art thou part of the wholegrain madness? Food kills! Whole grain. Damn it. My life is a hell.
This is hard for me. My life is a hell. Be afraid. Or you will join me. TFTD: WTH?