I eat, therefore I mooch.

I love my tastebuds. They are one of my favorite humanistic gifts. They please me like almost no other part of me. I wouldn’t trade the other 4 senses for them, mind you. But they encompass so much of my life. My social skills, my culinary vocabulary. Everything, it seems, revolves around the next gathering of plates. And palates. My finicky fetishes are accomodated by a host of well-wisher. Food-pushers, as I like to call them. I can think of at least three off the top of my head that can cook their asses off. And one, in particular, whom should replace that spazoid Rachael Ray. She’d show her exactly where to stick her 30 minute meals.
Aaaahh…my tastebuds. I love you. Never leave me.

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