Current mood:

happy

I can see the end of the road, honey
Today for lunch I had a grilled portabella mushroom, soft, creamy brie, vine-ripe tomatoes on whole wheat bread with an avocado spread made of avocado, mayo, garlic, lime juice, lemon juice, salt & pepper. The brie melted every so gently onto the hot-off-the-grill mushroom and I fell madly in love with myself all over again. Needless to say that falling in love with myself thing happens almost on a daily basis.

Cheese is to me what crack is to someone wearing a wife-beater and looking disheveled on Cops. My mouth waters when it's near, I almost can't control myself and the feeling I get when I eat it is....well....this is a PG blog so I'll just say it makes me weak in the knees. I mean shit, have you ever had hot melty brie on soft sour dough bread?? If you haven't I feel sorry for you. Or maybe I feel sorry for me. I almost threw a whole wedge of brie out today because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself around it. Luckily for the cheese I realized that would be extremely wasteful. It wasn't the brie's fault it was sent from heaven above as a sign that God loves me very, very much...

I think cheese is the reason God gave us cows, sheep & goats. It's not about the meat, I don't want to have to kill something to feel this feeling I feel when I eat cheese. I want to feel pure, like someone shared with me a very special gift.

I can see why the Israelite's in the Bible made a golden calf and worshiped it. Cows produce Gods greatest gift (2nd only to Jesus himself).

I think I have a serious problem.