Chicken with Shiitake Mushrooms over Cauliflower Rice
Again with my dinner on a bed of something soft. Clearly I have unresolved concerns. It all boils down to the fact that I still resent being forced out of my mother's womb. If there is a way a soul has memory of their infantile state, I'm here to say I consciously did not want to leave. Period. I was safe, it was always warm and no one bothered me there. I felt loved. I was constantly reminded in my youth how I almost killed my mother by being born breech. I was probably trying to hang on to the sides inherently knowing it was gonna be a rough world. And it is.
