Bob Evans' Beef Stew with Vegetables

I am a firm believer in don't tell me what to do. If I ask, that's a different story, and one I don't write very often. I mostly ponder every situation - developing multiple possible plausible scenarios and play them out in my mind, weighing the benefits of each conclusion, and basing my decision on what I consider the best outcome for all involved. After going through all of that effort to determine an action, anything anyone else is going to offer has either already been regarded or rejected, and more frequently, offered long after the fact. I travel so deeply in my head sometimes that I play tricks on myself, win or lose, keep score, tweak the results, hit myself with some reverse psychology, play devil's advocate and deliberate on what would Jesus do, how would Coppola shoot this scene and is it news worthy. (FYI: for those times I appear awake but unconscious, eyes opened but glazed over, I am in "the process.")

All that being said, I open the refrigerator door this morning and see a container with a sticky note on it which simply reads "Do Not Eat."

What a cruel joke! Of course it is a food I normally wouldn't consider, but now I can't get it out of my head. I've spent about 50 minutes pondering prior to the 40 minutes I've taken to write this pondering. Looks like my day is going to be full so don't bother calling. I can't help you.