Earlier today Sarah and I had dinner at Rancho Bravo. It was incredibly tasty, and by the end of the meal I was stuffed. When we went across the street for iced cream at Molly Moon’s I decided I was too full to have more than a lick or two of her double scoop.

Right now I want to taste food. In particular, right now I want to have sourdough breakfast muffins with gorgonzola slathered them, so that I can masticate it. But I’m full.

When are we, as a society, going to bring back social vomiting?