So, does anyone out there think that it is possible that you have finally eaten enough of all the foods you like, that you can’t think of anything you want to eat…ever?

I think that has happened to me.  I’ve eaten so much of what I do like that it all bores me now.  And I fear that I’m beginning to not even want the things that I like the best.  I am a total french fry freak.  But they don’t taste like they used to.  So what is the difference?  Is it my aging?  Are they making them different all the way around - at the food plant, or maybe at the restaurants?  I wonder about the food plants because even when I make fries at home, they don’t taste like they once did.

I figure it’s just me, getting old.  So few things in life to enjoy, and now food is going to be taken away?  That kind of sucks!

So I decided I wanted a pizza sub from Subway one day last week for lunch. I had sodas at work, I even had some chips. I would just get a 6″ sub and maybe spend $3 or so. Yea, the manager’s special is like $5.50 but I didn’t really want a cookie and they don’t serve Pepsi drinks there (meaning, no Mt. Dew).

Okay…a 6″ pizza sub with tax cost me freaking $4.01!!! Do you believe that crap? I let the cashier know how I felt. “That is too much,” I told her while digging change out of my purse. “If I had known that, I wouldn’t have ordered.”

They have you order at one end, THEN when you get to the other end to pay, there it was, right on the menu. $3.69 for a 6″ pizza sub. That, (as Quizno’s would agree) doesn’t have near as much meat on it as they used to have. When does three thin slices of pepperoni constitute a pizza sub?

Anyway, my point here was to warn others - even if you don’t want the chips or cookie now, or like Coke products - get tea. Save the chips and cookie for later. You won’t felt like you’ve been screwed without a kiss that way.

Yes, you read that right.

I was jonesin’ for some powdered donuts this morning.  C’mon, you know you love them to.  Needless to say, the convenience store I stopped at was all out of Hostess powdered donuts.

I am literally pouting when the clerk tells me there should be some Little Debbie powdered donuts on another aisle.  I’m happy, and they are 1/2 the price of the Hostess ones.

Little Debbie, I know you are the Hostess of the South.  As much as we love your Swiss Cake Rolls, and your Peanut Butter Logs…I’m afraid Hostess is still “king” of the powdered donut.