Fat Girl Crack

speaking of addiction...
i snack a lot and try to snack wisely but sometimes i'm too broke or too hungry to care about what i eat and end up with a big fat bag of fat. specifically, fat coated in cheesey, nuclear orange, greasy dust also known as puffy cheetos. puffy cheetos are probably the worst thing i can put in my body. around here they're known as "fat girl crack" or my "substance abuse problem." i went for a long time without eating them and switched to that new puffy corn coated in a similar magical cheese-flavored dust because at 8 grams of fat for 3 whole cups, it's a smarter choice. they taste pretty good if you like cheese-dust-coated styrofoam packing shrimp but whatever you do, do NOT smell them in the bag...

so it was only a matter of time before i fell off the wagon (i smelled the bag). i broke down and bought a bag of fat girl crack and when i put the first one in my mouth, i shuddered. houston, we have a problem. of course, puffy cheetos aren't my only addiction. i love cheese. any kind of cheese and the stinkier the better! i also love bread and stout beer. i sometimes wonder if i'm some reincarnated monk from the 15th century because i love all things fermented. i also love milk. i drink milk everyday. nothing flavored, just plain, white milk and if it's organic from jersey cows, it's even better.

as much as i would love to sit here and wax poetic about bread, cheese and beer, i have to find my keys. i lost them in the sofa last night. i will cook anyone anything they want to eat if they come find my keys tonight.
please. anyone?
pax,
margo