02.06.05 :: 2:50 pm
He's made a vat full of his special Southwestern Chili which is guaranteed to blow roofs off of houses if everyone farts at the same time, but damn if it ain't deeelish.
Last night we went to an amazing Vietnamese little hole in the wall with wooden stools and little wooden tables and I ate the most amazing noodles & shrimp dish, I could die. DIE.
Why is it that I tie in happiness with food? It must be a childhood thing. Whenever I felt sad, my mom would make me something yummy.
I'm completely stunned that I don't weigh 200 pounds.