Who can blog when on one side there's a family member getting meanly and unjustly fired by Crazy Lady Boss, and a Foodgoat going through self-inflicted WarCrack detox and withdrawal on the other side? Oh, and throw in Freezing Cold Rain and the official start of Sock Weather.
Not Ladygoat, that's for sure.
I've been eating, but it hasn't been exciting eating, and it hasn't been adventurous eating. And there's no point in blogging about ordinary, everyday, just-get-the-stomach-to-stop-bothering-me eating.
Perhaps I'm just depressed because the last food adventure I had ended badly. It was a brief affair, a long time in blog years ago. I was younger, but that's no excuse: I was seduced by the glitz, the newness of it all. But nothing about it was pretty. I didn't even tell Foodgoat about it, I was so ashamed.
I tried the Kit Kat White Chocolate.
I don't know why I did it, it was just there by the cashier! It was a mistake. It's so clear to me now. White chocolate, despite its name, is no chocolate. The whole thing was chalky, horribly chalky, and the sweetness was so fake. I hated it, really. It didn't mean anything to me. And it will never happen again, I swear.