I had an insane--I mean INSANE--craving for tuna fish the other day. That craving had carried through an entire week (a week where I mentioned multiple times that I wanted to eat tuna fish!) so I finally decided on Monday that I was going to give in to said craving.
I mixed up the tuna and reduced fat mayo, slapped it on a wheat roll and threw on a slice of American cheese AND some of the most delicious homemade pickles evah (Thanks, Daryl's Grandma!!). YUM-MY.
I savored every bite, chewing with utter relish, and reveled in my gratification that is TUNA. I am totally shocked I didn't moan in pleasure, THAT'S how good it was. I made it through more than 3/4 of this heavenly sandwich (there was probably about 3 bites left) before I noticed it....dum dum da DUM....a speckle of green. That tell-tale flag waving frantically in my face. Mold.
What did I do, you ask?
Well, naturally, I pinched off that moldy piece of green and finished the last three tasty bites of my sandwich.
Is that bad? :-) Hell, you just don't mess with a woman's craving, damn it!!