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The cure for food craving... [Jan. 7th, 2008|02:16 pm]
Is to just remember to bring in your snacks. I don't even want them. But I know that apple and that Kashi bar are waiting for me, just in case.

It might have something to do with eating vast quantities of several different 7 layer dips yesterday. Vast. I mean, I HAD to. You put four varieties of the same food item on a table and I am DUTY-BOUND to taste test. And then, of course, because I was distracted by the general conversation and partyamiability, I kept losing track of which one I'd tasted and what my judgement was.

Plus I was drinking beer. Which usually interferes with taste-testing anything. Unless it's BEER.

Okay, okay. And really, can you reach a serious judgement about anything that's got refried beans, sour cream AND cheese? They totally shut off the culinary good-judgement centers in your brain. Think I'm making that up? Okay, smartpants, explain the continuing success of Taco Bell. Hey, I was stoned when I imprinted on Pintos 'n Cheese, what's YOUR excuse?

And really, secretly, I'm always appalled that 7 layer dip is not REQUIRED to be heated. It would be really, really awesome hot. Cold, it's just...compelling. I talk myself into being repulsed by shredded, unmelted cheese...and then someone breaks into it and I can see the sour cream and beans underneath. And even though my head and even palate are screaming, for the love of god, Montresor, heat it up until it's not so....congealed....and shredded...I reach for a chip anyway. And the Hostess Snowball-Moonpie-Cheezit-Charleston Chew portion of my reptile brain takes command and I am eating and in PIG heaven.

Those of you who made those seven layer dips, I do thank you for appeasing my piglizardbrain, and soothing my soul, if not my arteries. And no, I can NOT tell which one I thought was best. Sorry. Try not to be such scintillating conversationalists next time and maybe I'll pay better attention. Although it will take me a while to stop holding a grudge about the several pounds I put on while consuming said dip, so let's not rush it.

While I'm ordering people around: when you see me, standing outside in the cold, in newish boots, teetering cutely on a rock, playing with my balance, let me play for a couple of minutes, it's good exercise. But really, after 20 minutes, someone stop me. Muscles I didn't even know I OWNED hurt today.

[User Picture]From: im_geva
2008-01-07 08:43 pm (UTC)
Oh yeah, I'm up five pounds. In ONE AFTERNOON. Crap. oh well, so worth it. Salty food, salty margaritas, it's a beautiful thing...
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