Meat slurry and my particular brand of optimism

The commercials were the worst. You never notice how many there are until you're made NPO. I stared up at the television, stroked out and glassy-eyed, and marveled at it all. The way milk splashes into a cereal bowl and scatters colorful oat rings. Golden, gleaming rotisserie chickens paired with mounds of creamy mashed potatoeseach topped by pools of velvety gravy. Cheesy pizzas laden with spicy pepperoni, juicy burgers with crisp bacon and ripe tomatoes, ice creams and milkshakes, and chocolate everything called to me through the screen.