Here I sit, dining resplendently from an individual serving-sized can of Bush's Baked Beans.
I try to keep a stock of them in my office desk drawer, along with Lundberg's tamari/seaweed rice cakes, and "bricks" of soup from the health food store.
I can't eat most things that are commonly available, and with a job, half a job, and twenty-four critters (a cat, a mouse, a rabbit, six chinchillas, and three parakeets of my own, plus twelve rescue rabbits), I don't cook. It's as much as I can do to find time to ride. I envy people who can eat fruit and salad. Or cheese. Or bread. Life must be so easy...
"This is totally unfair! Just because I'm from another planet, I don't have rights? I mean, doesn't the Geneva convention protect extraterrestrials?" (Stargate)