Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Hmm..
SO we read an excerpt to days from "Stealng Budda's Lunch" and the author talks about how when she might get the slight chance to have a Hostess cupcake in her lunch how she would relish in devouring it. She would peel back the icing and eat the cake part first, then slowly munch on the icing. Hearing about how someone else ate when they were little kinda made me feel better about the wierd eater I used to be.
I remember my grandma making us those little individual pizzas when we stayed wih her throughout the week. I loved those things... kinda wonder if they still keep them in stock anywhere. Anyways, my brothers used to complain that i was a gross eater. I'd scrape of the gooey chees topping firth and eat that. Nex't i'd scrap out the fluffy middle from the crust and relis in how good it tasted. Last but not least I'd eat the crust. I never understood why I ate it that way. just seemed to make it taste better. You could really appreciate each part of the pizza.
But that's really not as bad as how I used to eat pizza rolls. First eating the filling and stacking the little pockets aside to eat last. I always did prefer how the crust tastes. The odd thing is that I never ate like this around anyone that mattered. It was only around my family. Those that would "love me no matter how odd I was." It's like subconsiously I would know who I could always trust with my little spouts of quirkiness.
Cakes ♥
6:31 PM
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