Good food is a thing I cherish.
Every time I encounter it I want to wrap it up in my arms and sing sweetly to it, and then, well...eat it of course.
I try not to sing to it in public though. People generally frown upon that.
There are a few occasions when singing is definitely necessary...Last night was one of those occasions.
I went over to my friend Shandi's house...
Side note: Hi Shandi...I hope it's ok that I'm blogging about you. I promise I won't reveal any personal information. I also won't reveal that last night we watched Dancing with the Stars and ate too much ice cream.
Ok, never mind.
Shandi is a food-lover after my own heart. Her parents cook a huge meal every Sunday night and the whole family comes over! Lately they've been letting me in on this Sunday Supper because I told them this huge sob story about how my parents don't feed me, and that I haven't had a home cooked meal in 6 years, and that I usually eat gum for dinner.
Just kidding, I didn't tell them that. But if it meant I would get to eat with them all the time, I probably would tell them that.
Is that normal behavior?
I didn't think so...
Anyways, last night for some unknown and blessed reason Shandi's parents had us over again to eat....get ready for it....*Drum Roll Playing*....STEAK.
The meal of all meals.
The King of all foods.
And my plate looked like this:
It was a glorious meal.
It made me happy.
It made me cry...because I was so happy.
I ate all of it. Amen.
Peace, Love, & Thank you Shandi's parents for making me (happily) eat more than I should...