Oh, the madness! When Tea sent this to me, I read it and wept. And laughed. And howled. Oh my God, are we an obsessed bunch or what? It could have been titled "You know you're a food blogger when..." Thanks, Tea. I needed that.
p.s. I know it's sorta lame to put up someone else's post and call it a day, but you try watching your honey barf all over your bathroom trash can and tell me you feel like writing about food. Actually, despite the aforementioned vomit incident, today's been a good day. When Mr. Food Musing's lying down the dizzies go away, so he got some work done (!) and is now happily reading in bed, all thanks to the best damn chicken club the world has ever known (sigh). Are things looking up? Maybe. But I still reserve the right to bitch and moan and curry sympathy at a moment's notice.