food.

Mom made (*click**whirr**schlop**bzzz**beep* dinner!) some clam chowder for dad this afternoon, but he didn't eat it. Several minutes ago, I decided I was hungry. I heated it up. I tasted it. It was not appetizing. It was basically cream of mushroom with flour and little chunks that I suppose were clam but didn't taste like anything.

So, back into the fridge it went. I ate roundsteak instead.

Mmm. Meat.

And that's all I really have to say right now.