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Chocolate Blind Spots
I was just reading an old post that reminded me I have chocolate at home. Godiva, a collection of truffles, waiting in the fridge.
What kind of moron am I that I need to be reminded I have chocolate? Do I just not have the "food = wonderful" gene that everyone else has? Heh, nothing so simple as that. I wouldn't need to be reminded if I had chicken makhni in there. Mmm, anything made with that much butter... Wait, I DO have chicken makhni in there!
*sigh*
Y'know what? I think it's that I do not trust anything that comes out of that refrigerator. I think of what food I have, and I can tell you what's in the freezer or the cabinets. I forget what's in the fridge. It's a big noisy blind spot in my kitchen.
What kind of moron am I that I need to be reminded I have chocolate? Do I just not have the "food = wonderful" gene that everyone else has? Heh, nothing so simple as that. I wouldn't need to be reminded if I had chicken makhni in there. Mmm, anything made with that much butter... Wait, I DO have chicken makhni in there!
*sigh*
Y'know what? I think it's that I do not trust anything that comes out of that refrigerator. I think of what food I have, and I can tell you what's in the freezer or the cabinets. I forget what's in the fridge. It's a big noisy blind spot in my kitchen.