This is all I wanted for now and Boy does it ever hit the spot.
One time long ago I was home by myself so ill that I thought I would die. And so did everyone else, and this night my younger brother called and said he was coming over and asked what could he bring and I told him a container of mashed potatoes with chicken gravy from Kentucky Fried Chicken. I pictured the small size.
So he did. I believe they are the potato flakes type of potatoes, I'm not sure about that, and the gravy most likely comes out of a #10 size restaurant tin, I'm imagining this part, it is bland all the way through like hospital food except saltier than that and made to appeal to everybody on Earth and offend nobody at all and it was perfect for me at that moment. Both brothers showed up along with my father distraught together the three presented the largest size container that KFC sells but I could eat only a few tablespoons. And by that I honestly do believe that container of bland KFC mashed potatoes and chicken gravy that I went back to a few more times saved my life. It felt like it did.
That is why it is no depravation at all for me to have this alone for dinner and be more than plainly satisfied with just this.
