Dear MUO readers, I have a confession to make. I’m hungry. I’m hungry, and it’s a late night as I write this. There is light rain trickling down my window, and I can hear the slow, sad song of a jazz man making love to his saxophone in the downpour, playing his heart out for tips that will hopefully satisfy his own food-related woes (somehow, I thought a dramatic introduction would really enhance this article to some degree. It didn’t).