food on the brain
May 25th, 2006The other night, I told my husband that his presence is comforting, like a bowl of oatmeal drizzled with maple syrup. Honestly, that was the image that came to mind. Not Peter O’Toole, Roger Moore, or Johnny Depp. Oatmeal. Steel cut, to be precise. Is there a twelve step group for this sort of thing?
May 26th, 2006 at 5:59 am
Too funny … once food-obsessed, always food-obsessed. ;)
May 26th, 2006 at 10:34 pm
So true, Cate. I’ll probably never hear the end of it from A for the oatmeal comment :).