When it rains long enough... say for two or three days straight.. I usually end up having more than just visions of sugar plums dancing in my head.
I fight the urge to march into the kitchen and cook and bake, until I have created every culinary idea that has ever popped into my mind.
I resist the urge mostly because I know that this accomplishment would be nearly impossible to achieve, and because I usually have work the next day and cleanup would be next to impossible.
I like to eat those foods when it rains that I don't normally have a craving for.. like hot buttered popcorn and Campbell's tomato soup.
I like to burry myself under the covers and eat raisinets and warm milk and salt and vinegar potato chips.
Rain fires this signal in my brain, a primal instinct almost... that says something like "snack like your life depends on it." it also says " eat junk food." so I crave fried chicken and cheeseburgers and chocolate milk shakes, and pizza.
Often I don't bend to temptation and satisfy the urge... I make the healthy choice and eat the salad.. or the peanut butter sandwich.
But every once in a while.. primal instinct wins; and so tonight.. I'll have my cheeseburger; with hot chocolate... because it's raining.
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