If you can keep this little secret from my frenemy IBS, I will tell you of my fondness for a few things… I’m not going to follow the prompt, in its fullness, as it does not seem fair to do that to the beautiful world of foods.

I might be able to maybe select a type of food, and pick my favorite way to eat it, but to say that JUST one thing is the best, sorry…

I could try to use words to describe the way, say, cheese simply slowly and lazily oozes from the inside of the pizza crust, OR, I could show you…

I could try to describe the release of endorphins that seems to happen when one swipes their tongue across creamy soft serve old fashioned vanilla ice-cream from your favorite fast food establishment, Or

Lastly, I could make some futile attempts with words to relay how I remember it feeling after an all you can eat taco party, and your belly is full of Yummy, OR

Please, Under NO Circumstance, are you to share this information with IBS, because she will be totally offended that I even think about these foods anymore… I mean, I know better than to do it, but she freaks out and thinks I am gonna shovel death into my mouth…

But… I love you all enough that I am willing to take the risk to share with you what I sometimes dream about (not joking) and drool about when we are out and about with others.

I still eat fantastic things, but they have to be modified in order for me to successfully get the good stuff out of them, that my body can process…

Oddly, I eat nowadays, exactly the way I ate as a small girl on the farm… Raw, Fresh, or Frozen… no cans, no preservatives, and no oil, grease, butter, fat or the like. It is not nearly as bad as it may sound, as I love foods.

***But… sometimes… late at night… when no one is peeking…I like to eat a whole bag of those Twizzler pull aparts… Don’t Judge!

Here…

Have a cookie…