Home (Series) -- no. 3

Home is where you can eat anything and not be judged.

Like fried eggs over avocado over sliced mozzarella cheese over lobster ravioli with tomato basil sauce, fresh-ground black pepper and refrigerated bottled Parmesan.

Like eggplant humus with pita chips in bed near 2AM while you watch Sherlock.

Like almost an entire bag of chocolate-covered macadamia nuts when it was near that time of the month.

Like pasta covered in carbonara sauce that was made all wrong.

Like fried rice made out of all the leftovers you can find in your fridge, chopped up.

Like 2-day-old waffle with salami and ham and scrambled eggs and herbed goal cheese topped with maple syrup.

Like 2 packs of instant dry noodles with scrambled egg whites cooked with wine and reserved egg yolk.

Like eggs over EVERYTHING.

Like canned sardine over rice.

Like canned corn with cream cheese.

Like your roommate's expired soy chorizo.

Like toast with condensed milk.

Like wasabi paste.

Like your own boogers.


Whatever.
Don't judge me.

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