id-nic

the fridge yielded beer, bread, cheese and and an apple. that didn’t seem like enough for a picnic dinner on the beach so we swung past safeway en route to supplement the meal.

apparently our ids were selecting the food: “mmm…chicken wings. mmm…sushi. wait, peanutbutter cookies? great idea!” thus, was born the idnic: no attempt at balancing nutrients, flavor, or style, just instant gratification.