YUM-O.

There's really no witty way to say this. I love food.

I'm getting an apartment next year with my three best friends.
We talk about all of the exciting things we'll get to do. Think of new ideas every day.
How we're going to decorate. What rooms we're each going to take, and what's going to be in them.

And. Of course. What are we going to eat for dinner.
The good thing about my love for food is its happy marriage my love for cooking.
I guess that makes me a productive food lover.
I cannot wait to be able to cook dinner several times a week.
Let's face it, the dorm kitchenette just isn't cutting it.

Now, loving food isn't a vice. Neither is cooking. Perhaps what I'm about to say doesn't fit the dictionary definition of a vice either, but here it is:

FOOD NETWORK.

Is it bad that Rachael Ray's raspy overly enthusiastic voice kind of soothes me? And every time I make pasta I hear her saying "Now you're going to put in...ehh...a couple tablespoons of EVOO..."?

Sometimes (huge secret reveal about to happen), I talk to myself like I have my own food network show. Like, I'll be making an omelette, and narrate things as if I have an audience. I even look over my shoulder to make sure no one hears me. Sometimes I garnish things. For myself. Even if it tastes bad. So there that is. Shhh...









I feel powerful when watching anything Giada.
I jump up and down when Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives comes on.
I gasp when I'm monotonously flipping through channels late at night and I run into Unwrapped.
I want to travel to every place featured on The Best Thing I Ever Ate.
I am infatuated with the idea of being able to make dinner for a family in the future.

I thank/blame Food Network for that.