Keeping my resolution

Vanilla soymilk is delicious.  I go through a carton of it every couple of days.  It's like... drinking a fairytale cloud of nutrition.  That's the nice thing about living on my own, I think--going to the grocery store and buying foodstuffs that I would never even see at home.  It's very exciting.  I can try things like soy and eggplant and organic vegetables, weird cheeses, or Rice-a-Roni.  I'm also learning the appeal of finding something to eat that costs less than a dollar.  When me and my brother were little and Dad was ordered to cook dinner, he had a single gourmet fallback: Hamburger, Rice, and Corn.  That was the name of the dish.  The recipe, if I can remember, was something like a pound of hamburger, a pot of rice, a can of corn, and canned tomatoes.  We hated it.  Now I'm considering emailing him for the recipe.

I wonder if sparrows watch us and think that our shoes are hooves.  They could get very confused about the nature of humanity, especially after we slay and consume their avian compatriots.