01-24-2014, 09:45 PM
I just made a 50,000 calorie meal. Buttermilk marinated fried chicken breasts on homemade biscuits with honey butter and hot sauce, fried eggs and fried potatoes smothered with peppers, onions and cheese.
I don't know what the hell possessed me to do that, but no one seemed to have a problem eating it. I can't go to the grocery store when I'm hungry, I end up making something I saw on the cooking channel and by the time I'm done with it I'm not even hungry and think to myself why the fuck I did it. Not only did I clog my family's arteries, but I have a hell of a mess to clean up.
I don't know what the hell possessed me to do that, but no one seemed to have a problem eating it. I can't go to the grocery store when I'm hungry, I end up making something I saw on the cooking channel and by the time I'm done with it I'm not even hungry and think to myself why the fuck I did it. Not only did I clog my family's arteries, but I have a hell of a mess to clean up.