Feed me

I have a problem. After contemplating this over many meals, drinks, snacks, and hors d'oevres, I realize that food plays a very BIG part of my life. And I'm not talking about sustaining myself, eating for health or nutrition. I really like food. REALLY like food. It turns out that when I meet up with certain people, all I do is EAT with them. Forget the movies, forget going to the park, let's eat! And then according to Fiona I like to READ about eating too. All I can think of is the last book I read (Boogaloo on 2nd Avenue by Mark Korlanski, v. good) which has numerous yummy things mentioned throughout, but according to her "lots" of the books I read are about food in some way or another. I'm not fat, and I hope I don't get fat, I just really like eating. So I was thinking about this, about making a salad, and then I made a cake. A really good gooey chocolatey one that I particularly enjoyed pouring milk over a few days after I made it. Hmm.