" Food was wearisome. We’d been dealing with food, planning it buying it growing it storing it cooking it serving it, for years, for decades now. By the time it was our moment to eat, we were sick of the sight of it. Fuck food. Food looked a little better, though, when it wasn’t inside our houses. We bought salads with meat in them because we knew we needed protein—it was as if we were our own toddlers. The way I remembered it, that was the main objective with toddlers: the posting of protein into them. "

― Claire Dederer , Love and Trouble: A Midlife Reckoning