when is was a young, i remember listening to my mom and aunt talk about food like they dreamed about it at night. they would talk about dessert from here or the chicken from there. i remember thinking "when i am old, i will NEVER spend time describing a chocolate cake to someone." but it was only yesterday that i was describing these "tempura cheese-stuffed artichokes" that grant and i had the other day. my mouth is watering as i type this. i mean i can't even describe them because i just don't even know what words to use. sometimes, all i want is a slice of tomato. with balsamic vinegar and some feta. (what?!? i have hated tomatoes my whole life!) i put avocado on everything too and i order calamari whenever i get the chance. my parents still can't believe that picky brittany eats squid. i'm sure a lot of it has to do with grant, teaching me not to be afraid. but who would have thought though right? i heard that your taste buds change every 7 years. ? but some things never change, i love me some indian, japanese or thai food but mexican still hits that spot. and bread? mmmmm i will devour any kind of bread you put in front of me. although i still think squash is yucky.