My roommate likes to make fun of me for the meals and snacks I sometimes choose for myself. A lot of the time I'll make myself a delicious, cohesive meal that makes sense. But then there are the times that I'll stand in front of the fridge, hungry, and ask myself, "What looks good here?" I grab a few things that look tasty and head for the living room. Eating a little bit of a lot of things just keeps things interesting. Plus (I tell my roommate):
1) I am not on Top Chef, and
2) It all ends up in the same place anyway.
Tonight I was feeling snacky, so I grabbed a bowl of peaches'n'cream oatmeal, a spoonful of chocolate frosting, a baby kosher dill pickle, and a glass of Diet Dr. Pepper to wash it all down. It did the trick.
What?
