hmmm

i realized something last night at simba's, the delightful southern-food buffet in palm springs: i eat the parts of things that nobody else wants.

the well-done parts of the beef ribs.
the crusty, crunchy, burnt edge-parts of the mac-and-cheese.
the dry, baked-on parts of the sweet potato dish.

why do i do this? i dunno. i'm the favorite son, so i always got first dibs on the food, i wouldn't have to resort to eating the leftover parts. huh.