I love Cheetos. Love them.
Crunchy. Never puffy.
I love green smoothies. I prefer chick peas to chicken. I CRAVE vegetables.
And yet, I LOVE Cheetos.
Day-glo orange, nutrient devoid Cheetos.
I even like the Cheeto dust that remains on my fingers after I've eaten them.
The big ones are the best. I pick those out first.
The puny ones receive a fair amount of love, but nothing compares to the big guys.
I love Cheetos despite the fact that they're described as "cheese flavored snacks." At least they're not "cheez" flavored snacks.
I draw the line at "cheez."
Seize the snack.
And yes, I'd also like you to know that I am unashamed for taking pictures of my afternoon snack. That's what blogging will do to you. Snacks = blog fodder.
In other news, completely unrelated to snacking, I had the
pleasure opportunity to attend Caroline's school's talent show last night. It was, um, interesting to say the least. You haven't lived until you've heard three 6th grade girls singing Lady GaGa's "Telephone" song. And, even better, they sang whilst wearing gold and silver sparkly stretch pants.
I can't say that I'm very eager for Caroline to be in the 6th grade. How is it that kids these days mature so quickly? Scary.
I have a feeling I'm going to need a lot of Cheetos to help me through the tumultuous tween years.