I love seafood.
And steak, and potatoes au gratin [Which we just call Scallop potatoes]
And the huge bag of chips I finished without paying attention.
And the crack brownies my mother made that made everyone else full.
Oh, and huge cheeseburger that was bigger than my mouth.
The banana pudding that was warm and sweet.
The empanadas my cousin makes awesomely.
The food at the cuchifritos near my school.
The churros and Icees sold by the Mexicans all over Spanish Harlem.
The Mexican restaurants that make Taco Bell look worse than it already does.
The pizza sold at St. Mark's for a dollar that tastes like it's worth $4.
The cotton candy that is tempting but I regret as soon as it sticks to my teeth.
The egg and cheese sandwich on a roll with mayo that I would eat everyday at any time.
The hashbrowns from the IHOP on Rockaway, under the train station that drips.
The applesauce my sister left for me in the fridge.
The flan [made in the applesauce cups]I couldn't finish because it's texture freaked me out.
The Christmas buffet that finished WAY too early.
The first cake I baked on my own that tasted like buttery heaven.
And the many cookies we made in West Virginia.
The sip of vault that made her fly into a hyper craze.
The peach cobbler that my aunt's girlfriend made.
The countless southern dishes I've tried and fell in love with.

I just really freaking love food.