Perfection: Chicken caesar and "Milk and Cookies"

Simple can be comforting. On the last Friday night of my sophomore semester at AU I find myself extremely satisfied with a classic chicken caesar salad (I will miss you Angelico's) and of course, a modest pint of Ben and Jerry's!First the caesar - so simple and yet so absolutely marvelous! I am your bitch, Parmesan cheese. You give life meaning. I love you. Never change. Next, my favorite boys from Vermont -
Yet again, I defeated the ENTIRE pint, thank you very much. (never underestimate) I am no pansy. I am fearless warrior lion/tiger/bear. All should quake in fear of my whimsical and border-line pregnant lady cravings! I do not yield when my stomach fights back.I dominate and destroy all evidence.
Perhaps, my stomach hates me now but my soul very much so appreciates it. I value my soul more than my stomach as long as it is telling me to eat more. I don't always listen to its other suggestions..it tends to be a bit righteous.
Anyways, I was bold enough to try a new flavor - Milk and Cookies. I am always hesitant to break away from my idols - Cinnamon Bun and Peanut Brittle, however my leap of faith was generously rewarded. It was a harmonious symphony of lavish cookies and creamy goodness with thick slabs of chocolate chip cookie goo balls! In other words, it was utter bliss.
I cannot overlook that each of these culinary exploits were accompanied by magnificent people - two of which being Hannah and Katie K, and if it were not for them my feasts would not have tasted nearly as orgasmic! After all, food would not be nearly as epic if it were not for the others with whom you can relish in its glory. And, oh - how truly sacred it can and should be!