So I've been known to have an issue or two with food.
I've got what people call "a sweet tooth."
I like to call it by its proper name:
"A moronic desire to consume sugary foods in excessive amounts."
Apparently, it started early.
The above picture was cute until this started happening:
See the powdered sugar on my pants and my purse from Cafe du Monde in New Orleans?
It was because of these:
Was I in some sort of Beignet induced feeding frenzy?
Is that why I was so messy?
This love I have for all things sugary and delicious...
Its a one sided relationship.
The sweets don't love me.
Foul temptresses!
Why do you plague me?
However...
The other day at Gibsons - a local joint - I stopped for breakfast and this happened:
Its the country ham.
It loves me.
It senses I'm about to leave it.
Its doing everything it can to woo me back...
"Back off, country ham!"