Hmmm chocolate

This happened yesterday afternoon:

There is a Styrofoam plate on my desk right now with remnants of a deli sandwich. I am a very picky eater, as many of my readers will testify to. I pick off all vegetables from my deli sandwiches (turkey, cheese, spicy mustard, and every so often if I am in the mood add a little pickles and spinach; this is the perfect sandwich to me) mostly because veggies cause the bread to be soggy (as does oil and vinegar – who thought this would be a good addition to a sandwich, you might as well soak my bread in a vat of fat for a few hours and serve me a soggy piece of rancid dough as the bookends to my now slimy meat and wet cheese). But I digress from the original point (I digress a lot I’ve realized).

So I have sandwich leftovers on the plate, little streamers of lettuce to be exact. The pieces that I couldn’t scrape off my sandwich without pulling each slice of turkey meat off the bread individually and wiping it with a paper towel (I’ve completed this process on occasion of course). I also have a homemade brownie (homemade by someone else of course because other people’s homemade brownies are magically better than mine – maybe because my homemade come from a box mix, one egg, and a table spoon of the oil from the nasty soggy sandwich mentioned above). And while I hate mixing foods, I actually prefer those elementary lunch trays with their defensive walls that prevent food mixing, I am entranced by the brownie and will look past the streamers of lettuce that cling to it chocolaty goodness as I shove it in my mouth and press my finger upon the plate to eat every morsel of brownie crumb that is left.

Am I obsessive compulsive, a chocolate freak, or just a girl? Hmmmmm


It will be a double blog day today so look for a second post this afternoon.