April 11, 2010
Every night before I go to bed I think of an amazing blog post and this is what happens with my brain.
One side of my brain: Tomorrow I should write about beefsteak tomatoes, and BEES! And Nacho cheese sauce! Ohh, this might just be the best Hippo Brigade post the Internets have ever seen.
Other side of my brain: You should write that down, you’re gonna forget it.
No, how could I possibly forget about bees and cheese sauce?! It’s the best post EVAH!!
Write it down.
No, leave me alone, I’m sleepy
Just jot it down
No, suck it, brain. I’m going to sleep.
Then my subconscious takes over and it’s all marshmallows, zombies, and sexcapades with Alton Brown.
There’s just something incredible sexy about a man who knows how to pickle stuff and ground his own beef. The guy knows everything about food. What’s hotter than that? You know I’m right ladies.
And the second I wake up, and wipe the crystallized drool from my chin, I think…wait, wasn’t there a post I thought of before I fell asleep?
But it’s gone.
Like dinosaurs and pudding pops.