The Stupid Cookies that I Couldn’t Stop Eating

Salon, Feb 15 2011

I was left home alone with the food. It was the first thing I noticed about being out of work — the dominating availability of food. There was no daily structure upon which to hang a meal. No “lunch hour” to confine the act of eating sandwiches to a fixed point in time. No “coffee break” to separate the time of eating chocolate from the time of not eating chocolate. None of that…