How often have you said, "OMG. This is an orgasm for my taste buds"? I don't know about you, but I've said it a lot. In fact, I have probably uttered orgasm and taste buds in the same sentence more times than I've made wicked comments about popping cherries. And that's the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I promise.
So you're probably going...What does a foodgasm have to do with the price of porn in Buttzville, Pennsylvania? Okay, you're probably not wondering. I just wanted to say that. LOL.
Actually, foodgasms are very important to me. Why? Because I'm a foodie. Yep, I'm one of those people with food on the brain and in the mouth. Heck, if I weren't an erotic romance writer, I would dream of being a food critic. Now that would be a job for me...food, food, and more food. Food galore. Delicious, decadent food to sample at my pleasure...the flavor titillating my taste buds. Oh wait. Where was I?
Hmm...ah yes. I was talking about my food fetish.
Being a foodie is a part of who I am. And I am not referring to my waist size. I'm talking about how cooking and baking are two of my favorite hobbies. I'm referring to the fact that I travel just to eat sometimes. Literally, I have driven five hours to feast on BBQ at this hole-in-the-wall joint in Alabama. And boy was it worth it. I would do it again in a heartbeat. Mmm. Tender ribs with the tangy taste of vinegar-based BBQ sauce, coleslaw, and made-from-scratch potato salad. Crap, I feel a road trip coming on. Like now.
Focus. Breathe. You're blogging, Mia. Don't think about the yummylicious food. No, no, no. Bad girl.
Shew, you almost lost me to the luscious images of food. Speaking of images and food, how about I bombard you with some of the food from my WDW trip? They are some goodies.
Let's Start With What I Call The Food, Food...
Moving On to The Desserts...
And these are just the decent snapshots I got. If you can't tell cameras don't like me...even the one in my iPhone. But anyway, you get the general picture. Please excuse the pun.
Food is a passion for me. It's not just something to stuff my face with. Nor is it a means to an end to keep up my energy. I love food, just like I love sharing it with the people I care about. And lucky for me, I got to do that on this Monday's madness with you.
Until next time...eat your heart out, baby!
Much love and loads of cherries,