I think sleep deprivation causes hallucinations. In the last couple of weeks, at about 1 pm in the afternoon, I gain the absolute conviction that my local metropolis is going to be overcome by zombies unless I consume milk chocolate. Me being  superwoman and all, I have to do my duty to save mankind. And I’m willing. I’m more than willing.   To sacrifice my waistline (did I ever have one?) for the good of humanity is an honor and a privilege.

But really, I felt better when I was eating raw.  I’ve tried positing to my hubby that raw cookie dough qualifies as raw, but he’s not buying it.  Now, I think I could take the raw way of life if I could just add Diet Coke Soda (AKA the elixer of life) to the mix.  But alas, I’m pretty sure that stuff is poison…though a poison I’ve adored and thrived on for 20 years.

Please note that any reference to beverages produced by the lawyer-laden Coke company are strictly fictitious.

I think the steak obsession is getting out of control.  Am I eating the steak just to get the Worcestershire?  Truly, I actually contemplated throwing the Worcestershire into a shot glass and trying it straight.  But wouldn’t that annihilate the purpose of drinking it?  Aren’t shot glasses so that you can get the buzz without the taste?  Well I guess that’s not what I’m going for.  Maybe more of a Whiskey-on-the-rocks sensation.  Something that one sips slowly so as to savor the experience.  The shot glass just seemed like a good idea because that’s about the volume that I’d want to drink.

So I tried it — sipping that is; so did Kate.  It wasn’t really tasty that way.  And she thought it was ok but then started crying after about 30 seconds.  Then I tried dipping my brown rice penne pasta in it.  YUK.  That tasted like automotive oil.  So I guess it is best with red meat and there’s no getting around it.

Hopefully I’ve saved you some time with my experimentation.  ;  )

Today I am thankful for early warning devices, gardeners, and nearby grocery stores.