Emotional Eaters

So, the other night it was made clear to Guy and I how much we are emotionally attached to eating and food. We experience happiness, contentment, fulfillment and a slew of other positive emotions when we eat. We do not eat to live. We live to eat.

This all was revealed to us when we mentioned to some friends that we both had had a bad day so we went to the store and each bought a pint of ice cream. (Actually, the truth is that Guy had a bad day and I just wanted ice cream) I ate my pint of delicious ice cream in one sitting.
Everyone laughed at the story and I said something like, "Well, doesn't everyone do that?"
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So, now it is this funny inside joke between us and our friends. But really. We have a problem. A happy problem, but one none the less.

We spent Sunday eating. We drove all the way to Pasadena to try Roscoe's chicken and waffles. I did not try the chicken as I am not a meat eater. The waffles were delicious and had a hint of cinnamon or nutmeg in the batter. Guy quickly declared after trying his first bite that this was the best breakfast he has ever had. There were multiple comments made like that throughout the meal. At the end of it we were all in a food coma and considered taking a nap once we got home except Guy and I couldn't nap because we had to get ready for a family dinner that evening where we ate more delicious food.

If you love chicken and if you love waffles and if you love food then I would recommend trying out Roscoe's.

Until next time!