Slap me with an oven mitt
Oh, it never quits. The mind constantly whirs on senseless topics. Often snack-related.
Today’s dream is of a peanut butter and jelly casserole. Meta-comfort-food! Must be cut into squares and eaten with a side of carrots sliced round and cooked to mush. And a glass of milk which turns out to be whole milk, not 2%, and it tastes like plaque so you avoid it. Somewhere a grandmother encourages you to have seconds.
The casserole itself? White bread, crispy on top. Strawberry jam. Normal (not organic! not natural!) peanut butter. Bread keeps the two elements from mingling ‘til they are consumed, in rude-sized bites, with a spoon that came free in a cereal box.
this chick is brilliant. i am reblog-responseless.
