Willkommen! Bienvenidos! to the first installment of Dear Sarah. Mermanda asked me to answer the oft-pondered question, What is the meaning of life? Trying to trip me up, are you, Mermanda? Well too bad for you; I cannot be foiled!
The meaning of life is food. Some people eat to live, others live to eat; but either way, you’ve got to eat if you want to stay alive.
I personally live to eat. How can I make a meal better, I wonder? Do I have blue cheese? Do I have bacon? Add either/both (preferably both) to pretty much anything and you’ve got an instant hit. Think about Brussels sprouts*. People are like, “Ew, I hate Brussels sprouts!” And to these naysayers I say, See above! I dare you to hate Brussels sprouts when they’re covered in stinky cheese and swine.
Anyway, the meaning of life actually has nothing to do with Brussels sprouts, but I think you catch my drift here. Food! It’s what’s for dinner!
*Does anyone else think it’s weird that Brussels sprouts is spelled that way?
Next up on Dear Sarah: Let’s talk black eyeliner!
You are on to something here. 😉