A sentence I never thought I'd utter:

"I used up the anchovy paste; we need to get more."

The food was really good, though. I have this theory that the only way I'll ever lose weight is if I make really GOOD food. Because really GOOD food fills you up on much less of it.

I could only eat about a third of the tortellini Alfredo I served myself.

A hypothesis

The consumption of rich foods is correlated with severe existential angst.

If this is true, it would explain why so many of the best existentialist and nihilistic philosophers were French.

Observations? Comments? Personal experiences? Stories?