Thursday, January 15, 2009
I have a little container of Port Wine Cheddar (YUM-MO!) at home in my fridge calling out to me from afar....it's calling to me so loudly from about 3 towns away, that my tongue is responding...by producing excessive amounts of saliva, at the mere "thought" of eating this cheese.
I want it.
I need it.
I want to dip my preztels in it.
(Ooh, that sounded kinda dirty. Heh.)
And I still have two more hours of work. I guess I'll eat my Granny Smith apple with some peanut butter. It's tasty, it will do, but it's JUST. NOT. THAT. CHEESE.
When did food become my life???
Oh right, almost eleven weeks ago. Two more hours to go....