Food.

I'm at work today and have been experiencing something incredibly odd. I've been thinking about food ALL DAY LONG. I don't get it. It's like my sister and I switched brains or something, cuz she always thinks about food. I'm not hungry or anything, but like, I want to smell it. Or cook it. I dunno. I skimmed through a bon appetit mag in the spa today and there were 10 chicken recipes that had me salivating worse than Chester at his most droolsome times. It was embarrassing.

And then I decided to look at cupcakes. Bad, bad, awful idea. I have an obsession with cupcakes. I don't know why. I just love them. I want to bake them all the time. I want to decorate them really cute.

I think I have a problem. Oh, and then I started thinking about a broccoli cheddar potato. So weird. And then after that, I started thinking about Giada DeLorenti and her fabulous healthy cooking and I wanted to read up on her recipes. And then all of a sudden, I started thinking about southern cooking. Like, that one bigger southern lady who says "y'all" a lot. What's her name? Why can't I remember? She's like an older southern belle woman who's like... a chronic smoker or something? And then after thinking of her, I thought about the barefoot contessa and her fabulous food. But then I thought about her house that's in the Something's Gotta' Give movie. Love that movie. Love that house. Love her food.

Anyway, point is, food is good. I love it. A lot.