Depends on how busy I am. If I’m in a slack intellectual demand time at work, then I enter the pleasurable zone of thinking how good lunch will taste around from 11 AM to 2 PM, when I finally get a chance to eat it. (Sorting out client discharges is not intellectually demanding. It is, however, critically urgent and tedious.)
If I’m doing something like today, which was my first trip to Memphis Mae’s in months, with the promise of forbidden pulled pork barbeque sandwiches, bourbon smashed yams, hush puppies, banana pudding, cornbread…
Oh, I can think about that on and off all week.
And it tastes just as good as I anticipated it would. Mmmm… honor the pig, for it gives us so much and tastes so good.
If I’m busy, though, not so much.