Evil Weevil

I came home from work today famished and eagerly anticipating a yummy meal of mac and cheese.

My anticipation grew to giddy excitement as I painstakingly cooked my favorite spiral noodles to perfection. Excitement grew to frenzied desperation by the time the seasoning was added but I forced my self to wait as the sauce thickened because I didn't want to sacrifice quality in my haste to quel the growing hunger pangs. As I took my first bite I was glad I had waited. The noodles were perfect, the cheesy sauce was perfect, the comfy couch on which I reclined to watch my fantasy football team rack up points was perfect. Everything was perfect.

That is until I took a great big bite of weevil.

Organic canned rice and beans, while preferable to munching worm like beetles as a source of complete protein, fall sadly short in the enjoyment category of tonight's meal venture.

Welcome

It's official. I've joined the trend. And just in time since my traveling adventures begin next weekend.

Bon voyage!