My mom gave me a huge can of ham to take to Pittsburgh. She assured me that it would last the 10 hour trip here since after all it lasted through my grandmother\’s trip to Hong Kong. No punchline here, it did.

But despite its 97% fat free content, today I opened it and my hands ended up greasy. I cut up the ham into pieces which I separated into several freezer bags. Then I made fried rice. I feel so old making food for my lunch the following day. What happened to those days where I would stand outside my apartment building and I would see a Honda CRV literally peeling down the street. Then it would halt in front of me and a hand would extend out with a pink bag containg three styofoam boxes of fried rice. No more, I guess. All I can do now is create a pots of fried rice and pack it nicely into my Ikea containers. And eat it cold.