Lately I've been doing pretty well with my eating habits. Nothing too drastic, just actually thinking about what I am eating.

Today.

MUST HAVE CORN DOG and mustard.


(that mustard looks funny)

Reminds me of school lunches. Those lunches that plunged all of us into overweight territory. Those lunches that required a meal ticket, 'cause you know I went to a Title 1 public school. Good times.

Pizza and macaroni and cheese for lunch? Yes, please.

Like corn dogs? Miss school lunches? Hate Jamie Oliver?

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i adore corndogs. i'm always a sucker for kids type of food (pizza, cheeseburgers, frozen tater tots, frozen burritos etc). i almost always have corndogs in my freezer but don't ever eat them because i feel like i shouldn't.

have you tried the morningstar farms veggie corn dogs? they're something like 70% less horrid for you than a meat corn dog, and they taste better to me than almost every frozen corn dog you can buy.

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yeah, this is definitely a guilty pleasure. and i dont expect ill have another one for a long time. it was good while it lasted, corn dogs. and to be honest it almost feels like there are so few foods to eat with mustard. i love mustard.

oooh morningstar farms. my roommate loves their stuff. i'll have to try it. 70% guilt free.

i also just remembered that at school they used to serve us chalupas.

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The fresh heartbreak was, in a sense, like being in a foreign country; everything seemed alien, brilliant and glinting. It was as if I’d been flayed, so that even the air hurt. When you’re that unhappy, any glimmer of beauty or consolation feels like running into an old friend abroad, or seeing mountaintops through smog. Maybe we mistakenly think we want “happiness,” which we tend to picture in very vague, soft-focus terms, when what we really crave is the harder-edged intensity of experience.

make sure with the morningstar dogs that you bake them. don't microwave them. they're soggy that way.

i'm not vegetarian, but i love morningstar farms, though some of their products are a bit gross (like the chicken tenders that tasted like feet and old vegetables). the corn dogs and the buffalo wings are the best, and the hot dogs are great grilled.

edit: and speaking of school lunches, i miss getting french fries with burrito gravy and cheese in high school.

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