In the tradition of our hunter-gatherer ancestors, I woke up with the songs of birds outside my window, traveled a great distance, and braved the wilds of my kitchen.

I hunted by foraging through the dense jungle of my refrigerator and the vast plain of my pantry.

Armed with only my hands and arms, I gathered the ingredients, skillfully avoiding the expired and the mysterious leftovers and triumphantly, cooked my bounty and feast, celebrating my survival, yet again, with each delicious bite.

Aaah...another day in paradise ;-)