I've been on a sharp cheddar cheese kick recently.
I'm one of those people who will pick something and have it over and over and over. Lately, I'm really craving Trader Joe's chocolate peanut butter pretzel thingies. And since now I get to TJ's almost never, I just have them on my mind. Daily.
But I do this with food all the time. I'll get on a Brussels sprouts kick, and have them every night for dinner for weeks. And then, it's on to the next thing.
I don't get bored. Until I do.
Also, every time I really like something at TJ's, they stop carrying it. I take it personally.
Maude was visiting this past weekend, and she wanted a cheese sandwich, and I asked what kind. I said we had a good cheddar, but we had a number of options.
And she replied, "Provolone. I've had a lot of cheddar in the last 10 years."
When Maude and I lived together, her mom gave us a pumpkin to carve. Which we never got around to doing.
So I cut it up and ate a piece. And bit by bit, over the week, I ate the whole damn pumpkin. Maude told people about it for years.
Also, I dislike pumpkin pie.
I don't know if you've ever had a dog who needed to have his or her anal glands squozen.
Gloria was one of those. When her anal glands got full, she'd scoot around on her butt. And then you'd take her off to the vet and they'd express them. That's what they called it. "Expressing the anal glands."
One time my dad decided to try it at home. How hard could it be? He was successful.
He never did it again.
Anyway, the vet told us to feed her a little bt of pumpkin every day to add fiber to her diet and help with the anal gland situation. It did.
I didn't have a plan when I sat down to write, and I'm actually kind of shocked that I started with cheese and ended up with anal glands.
I bet you're not, though, huh?