We’ve been trying to anger the pregnant hunger monster inside of Kathleen with indiscriminate craving suggestions all week at Delicious or Disgusting. I’d like to take a moment to assess the fact that it seems like there has been some collateral damage. We have nothing but ourselves to blame. We’ve created a craving bubble. In all our mindless enthusiasm, our flipping of delicious ideas, hoping to unload them on some unwary unborn suckas, our “satay default swaps” aimed at reducing the risk to our own stomachs so we might reap the benefits of C. running hither and thither for the rarest and most sublime of take out, we forgot that we are not in fact “dancer”, we are human, and we are mothereffing hungry.