You know, I just love food. I am so happy that I have a mouth and a stomach and taste buds and a functioning digestive tract. Food is just the coolest.
Here's what I've been loving lately:
Coffee with half and half and an assload of sugar, so it tastes like melted coffee ice cream
Krusteaz cinnamon coffee cake (it's a mix)
the Bistro salad from Einstein bagels
turkey sandwiches with swiss cheese, cucumbers and extra Gulden's Mustard (also tasty from Einstein's, on a sesame bagel... not that Einstein's bagels are particularly decent, but they make a fine sandwich.)
Baby Ruth candy bars, the little bite-sized ones
Smartfood cheddar popcorn
Mitola's Maple Granola Raisin bread, toasted, with a metric ton of butter and cinnamon sugar
Big frikkin' steaks: prime rib, medium rare, with extra horseradish from Harry's, or the beef tenderloin with green peppercorn sauce with mashed potatoes from Culinaria. Good Lord have mercy on my soul.
Lactaid milk with soy protein (I know, sounds like hell, but it's good)
Cheese-steaks from Jim's on South Street in Philly. "Extra meat, extra wiz, with." Salt lick optional. (Defibrillator mandatory.)
Butter Pecan ice cream (what am I, 75 years old? Jeremy warned me that next I'm gonna start to crave Werther's Original.)
Starburst, in their new California Fruit assortment. Super tasty!
Water from my new Brita
C. Howards Violet Candy (My mom described these as tasting like a year-old Life Saver that has been sitting at the bottom of your purse where perfume had once spilled. It's a perfect description!)
That's that for now.
I went to Target last night, and I found myself with $10 that needed to be spent totally frivolously. I made the most ironic purchase of my life: a flame-job steering wheel cover for my 1996 Chevy Lumina, the ULTIMATE grandma-mobile. :-D
OK, bed calls. Off to dream about food, or maybe me flying with ducks and feeling their tail feathers tickling my nose, or forgetting to put on deodorant so I ran into a conference room at work and sprayed some on only to then discover that the conference room was in use. (Real dreams from last night. Wonder what that says about me? Yikes.)