Saved your life. You’re welcome.
If anyone has been offended by this public message then please note that I am pretty darn pregnant, thus my belly has become more of a thing than a personal part of my body. This is evident by the number of strangers that now have the strong urge to touch it. Actually I have to be honest and say I’m happy to report I haven’t been fondled unpleasantly yet. I was only really belly rubbed on one occasion recently by a few people and the only one of them wasn’t a very close friend was a bit intoxicated, so I forgave his temporary lapse in judgment. But for the most part I don’t think I’m going to hesitate in telling anyone, even the littlest of all little old ladies, to take a step back, son. I’ve been practicing my “don’t touch my belleh!” karate chop. It’s on.
Speaking of food [seriously, I can take any conversation and turn it into being about food, it’s all I want to think about], here are some awesome combinations of flavors that my mouth has been enjoying: Salt and milk chocolate
- Chocolate and sharp cheese
- Cheese and honey
- Cheese and apples
- Apples and peanut butter
- Peanut butter and chocolate
- Salted caramel hot chocolate
I tried to make that go perfectly full circle but then I decided the real message I wanted to get across was this: food is AMAZING. The end.