I'm just a total plebe, I think. I still like Kraft mac-n-cheese.
Holy shit, I love Kraft mac-n-cheese. I have no idea why the palate evolves the way it does. I love that shifty individually wrapped sliced orange American cheese food product. LOVE. Also Velveeta.
I'm like The Fly.
Please don't vomit all over your donuts.
"Oh, I'm sorry. That was disgusting." That's the exact scene I always think of whenever I refer to myself as The Fly w/r/t my deep and abiding sugar love.
Holy shit, I love Kraft mac-n-cheese. I have no idea why the palate evolves the way it does. I love that shifty individually wrapped sliced orange American cheese food product. LOVE. Also Velveeta.
Ditto. But as I've said, I've rarely tried a cheese I didn't like. Not crazy about blues, but that's about it.
I've gotten more of a sweet tooth since I've lost weight. Mind you, still not much of one and I can easily forgo chocolate (actually, it doesn't sound good to me at all, now that I think of it.) More just that an offering of a cookie doesn't gross me out. As long as it is a cookie with a salty element, like sandies or oatmeal or some buttery cookie. Pure sugar stuff, still a no. Not enough to actually buy or make sweets, though. A carrot of fruit will take care of it.
I miss bread too. Good bread. Can't eat a lot of that either, plays havoc with the guts. God, I'm turning into my dad with all his weird food issues. Difference is, I avoid the ones that make me feel like ass.
Behold the power of cheese.
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