Girls who eat their feelings
I’m one of the lucky people who get mail almost three times a week. My grandmother thinks it’s very important that I know she’s thinking of me so she sends me a card pretty much every other day. My mom has sent me a few care packages with things I forgot at home and pictures of my dog and of course SNACKS. This week she sent me a shoebox full of homemade rice krispie treats. I walked to the mailroom with one of my friends from my floor and we ran into another of my good friends who live in Regis. They came back to my room and we sat around and laughed and gossiped and had a spontaneous dance party. By the end of the evening the entire box was gone. These girls are just like my friends from home…we eat like champs. None of my friends are overweight, but we consume more than donkeys. It is not uncommon that an entire block of cheddar cheese will disappear as we slice off portions while sitting at the island in my kitchen. Ice cream cake? No problem. A 13x9 tray of seven layer dip? Dunzo. I appreciate everyone who has a passion for food.
