Did anybody decompensate at last year's Thanksgiving Day feast, when there were no pearl onions in cream sauce, notwithstanding the fact that nobody has ever eaten a single pearl onion in cream sauce, since GreatGrandma Libby died forty-five years ago?
Was it you?
I think I figured it out. Unfortunately, this flash of brilliance came to me the morning before, during a hypomanic surge that got me ready for my stuffing/broth/cranberry sauce/pie-making marathon. But not in time to prevent the scene by preparing said onions.
Somebody's anterior cingulate cortex blew a fuse.
Of course, I don't know for sure. It is one more hypothesis that I would like to test in that Million Dollar fMRI machine that I have requested for years for Christmas. Some girls want a pony. I want an fMRI machine. I don't expect it this year either.