“she was hungry, so hungry
she was trying to think clear
she kept opening the fridge door
and looking at the mustard and the beer

then when finally she went out into the rain
carrying her bicycle chain
and her feet were the pedals
while her appetite steered.
and after that she just followed her nose;
and fate is not just
whose cooking smells good
but which way the wind blows.”
- ani difranco