so... the best way to explain it is that my stomach is like an angry god that demands virgin sacrifices at regular intervals. you see... after i've eaten something for a day or two... that item joins the ranks of what has already been experienced... it becomes tainted and is now putrid to the angry god. the god raises its fist and the volcano starts to rumble and a virgin food must be sacrificed immediately or the lava will rise and spill out onto the landscape.

i.e... potatoes were the last virgin food of preference. four or five baked potatoes within a 48 hour period... and now when poor, uninitiated Kate tried to offer angry stomach god a baked potatoe as it rumbled last night... it became even angrier. it wanted fried chicken! baked potatoes are used goods. fried chicken will be discarded and tossed on the heap of used and worthless items soon enough... and then what will it be? no one can predict this angry god's whim... only that it will have to be virgin... something that hasn't been tasted in the past few months at least. at the rate i'm eating.... there may not be enough choices to appease it. :)