Our little secret.

An old friend came to visit late last week and wanted to take me to dinner. I wasn't exactly sure what I could eat at Tony Roma's. Vegetarians don't typically eat at restaurants known for their ribs. But I figured what the heck. When I looked over the menu, I was drawn to the peach and blackberry cobbler (yeah, I have a sweet tooth, ok). It's so, so, SO not like me to eat desserts like that. Cobbler is something I'd refer to as "old people food". I'm an ooey, gooey chocolate type of gal.

When it came time for dessert, I ordered it. I'm not kidding when I tell you after my first bite of warm peach and blackberry cobbler with a bit of cold vanilla bean ice-cream I felt the heaven's open up. And then without a breath, I ate the rest of it as if I was an emaciated, malnutritioned child from a third world country.

So, two days later I went back to have it again. Oh, and last night, too.

Don't judge me.

Now I'm on the hunt for the perfect recipe. The only problem is I'm not a baker. Like, at all. I'm an "eyeball it" person in the kitchen, and I know you can't do that with baking which is why it's not my forte. I'm determined to learn though.

My newest obsession with cobbler? Let's just keep this between us.

"I just don't think we're fair kind of people."

This weekend I went to the fair. And when I tell you I didn't have much fun, I mean to tell you it was the worst experience. First off, for anyone who may come across this little part of the internet and also just happens to live in Central Florida -  do not - DOOOO NOOOOTT waste your time or money going to the Central Florida Fair. 

It all started when I was admiring a blogger's pictures of her time at the fair down south. I was in love. I've never been a fair person (my family hated them so I grew up maybe going once or twice), and I've never really had much of a desire to go. But it looked like such a fun experience! I even Googled when a fair would be coming near me. 

I probably should've gone outside before deciding to go. I didn't know that it was in the 50's and the wind was crazy. That was my first problem. It was freezing (Hello, Florida girl born and raised) and uncomfortable to walk against the whipping wind. 

I paid eight smacks for a flat soda that I didn't drink because it was so gross and a piece of cold pizza that looked a day old (I couldn't even take a bite- it literally went straight into the garbage). 

We got stuck at the top of the ferris wheel where the cart we were in whipped back and forth at what I swear felt like 100mph winds. I even broke out into the Lord's prayer as I laid myself completely out on my side of the cart. I was ready to surrender to a higher power. The other two friends I was with went on a roller coaster that looked like one strong gust of wind was going to make it collapse. They came off of it looking like they survived a death trap. 

Nothing, and I really mean nothing at all like I imagined or fantasized about it. And to think I spent a small fortune getting in and eating (or not eating) makes me want to cry a little. BUT! I met a new friend and that was exciting. We also all had fried oreos for the first time ever and we all fell in love. 

We walked all over like we didn't have a clue. We were constantly told we were getting on a ride or getting out of a ride incorrectly. And even as we drove out to leave we were told we were going the wrong way. The only thing I could say was, "Well, I just don't think we're fair kind of people."

We had a go at it, fair. But it just didn't work out too well, and I'll probably never visit you again. But we tried, and that's all that matters. 

Guilty pleasures? I won't tell a soul!

I was looking through pictures from previous months and saw this ice cream I got a while with my best friend and her kiddos (who I often refer to as my niece and nephew). Delicious! Oh, sprinkles. They always make my heart smile. Even if they are kid-ish.

It got me thinking though. Is there anything I'm embarrassed to admit I love to eat? Yes! RAMEN NOODLES. Don't even get me started. They are so unhealthy. Pretty unsightly but oh-so-delicious.  I think too because there's a stigma attached to them that if you have them you must be a broke college student. Nope. Not me. I love, love, love them. Shrimp flavored, with so much hot sauce that the broth is red and my nose runs while I eat. Yeah, like I said, embarrassing.

I mustered up the courage to buy them the other day while at the grocery store and tonight while home alone I decided I was going to bust a package out. But I think I'd be mortified to actually let someone to know I actually WANT them and CRAVE them. Right? Maybe it's all in my head.

In other news, the weekend was pretty stellar. Four whole days to not think or stress about work. Those are the best kind of days. To know that nothing is required of me and that if I want to just watch tv on the couch, I can.

Have I mentioned that I'm awaiting fall anxiously?! It's my favorite season. :)

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