Tings good tonight. I had  a roastbeef cheedar sandwiche with wholewheat bread tonight from the grocery. I grew up on roastbeef. My parents had jobs and they fed us lots of meat. Charcuterie especially and roatsbeef and cheeses. I was not into pickles back then and we did not have any. I got quite (very) fond of the Dijon small (tiny) pickles with dill from the old countries. I buy them still today. I had foie gras with ice wine when I was 20. Never had foie gras again after that. I loved it at the time but knew all about the cruelty to goose of its production. My parents had brought illegaly a can of foie gras from their trip overseas.Hubby and I have been making it a tradition to have an icewine every january 1st for many years  (at least 10 or 15 years). I became hardcore vegetarian then quickly vegan who did not know how to cook it when I became quite ill in 2001 from stopping all meds and working over time in medical research. Everyone (my bosses) thought I was doing an excellent job, staying until 7:30pm to finish interviewing people for the epidemiological study. My friends, I was very unwell in those years. No one knew it at work. I was completely unwell and tried to ask for relief after telling my boss and she said at the end of the conversation " so, at what time do you want to come in tommorrow?''. I played hobo and walked in a dreamscape from feeding hobos, to begging for a falafel for myself as I had given my last penny to the beggar, all the while working at Sick kids Hospital in research. I guess I was retreating into myself and became very reckless in my risk taking with strangers. Perhaps I was bipolar back then but it did not last long. After hospitalization for a few weeks, a month I think,  I decided to stop working and get back to finishing my BA. Which i did on a fat UI (Not EI back then) when it was still decent and humane compensation. I got my first dog and my first single apartment (1 bedroom with two balconies for 360$ in a super nice area of a latino descent hood in montreal). I biked to McGill , sometimes with my dog who would come to some classes, as I was living a bit too far to walk every day.  The next crisis was in 2005, another month at the hospital but in Toronto this time. Then 2006 I became a hobbo from deciding to live by my self and look after myself without meds. Came a stay, rather runpleasant as a Jane Doe, in a fucked up hospital in Toronto of which name I will not mention. Then out after too long because I had nowhere to live and no hospitalization until 2021.