It started when I was talking to co-workers
about authentic venezuelan food.
And then it hit me like a rock.
For the next 5 hours all I could think about was
stuffing my mouth with fried plantains.
Fried plantains are like mashed potatoes for america.
Anyway, I had to make a couple of phone calls,
and my mom was there to the rescue after work.
and stuff my face, I did.
And for the last week, I have not stopped thinking about them.
and every night, all I want is to stuff my face.
over. and over. and over.
And I haven't.
Mostly because I don't want to have to shed 50 pounds
when this baby comes out.
But today my friends, I made arrangements.
and stuffing my face will be part of my schedule tonight.