Food Porn

It's crazy what your subconscious will try to get away with when you're not looking. One weekend, I caught it red-handed. I was visiting a friend out of town and briefly used her laptop while we were watching TV one evening. I had finished checking my email and was zoning out, vaguely wondering if there was anything else I needed to do on the computer before I handed it back to Autumn. The next thing I knew, Autumn was looking over my shoulder in shock and horror. "Abra! What are you doing!?" she demanded, laughing. I tuned back in to reality to be accosted by a screen full of pancakes, numerous thumbnail images of them -- tall stacks of pancakes, with blueberries, or dripping with hot maple syrup. Apparently my subconscious was craving a specific breakfast item, and settled for lusting over its pixelated likeness. So this is my true self. What is it that I'm really all about, my heart's deepest desire? Johnnycakes. (And I'm not talking about you-know-who.)