No, you don't care about what I ate.
(OK, well, just a teeny bit. Some paella. Made with wild shrimp. Blue Hubbard squash from — horrors! — last November, when Prince Charles was visiting Marin County. An Anaheim pepper that was a bit hotter than expected. A little Spanish chorizo, from the Bay Area's Fabrique Delices. A whole jar of saffron my mom gave us when she and dad moved.)
But I got nothing to say, so I'm going to watch Napoleon Dynamite, and then go to bed.