As a child, I possessed a food-o-graphic memory.
food-o-graphic memory
/fo͞od ōˌgrafik ˈmem(ə)rē/
noun
The ability to remember the contents of your kitchen cabinets and refrigerator in explicit detail. Continue reading
As a child, I possessed a food-o-graphic memory.
food-o-graphic memory
/fo͞od ōˌgrafik ˈmem(ə)rē/
noun
The ability to remember the contents of your kitchen cabinets and refrigerator in explicit detail. Continue reading →
Yep! I just made up that word, a cross between sweet and weakness. Indulge me.
I’m not really a sweet-tooth person. I prefer savory foods any day. That said, I do have a handful of “sweaknesses.” One rears it’s ugly head every March thanks to those darn Girl Scout cookies.
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Last night I got what I’ll call an unexpected (and unwanted) delivery. Working late at home on a Friday night, tired and famished, I ordered in.
When my doorbell rang, my stomach greeted the driver with a happy growl and somersaulted over the sweet, savory smell. Yum!
Then I opened the box. There, atop my sandwich, appeared two fliers.