Without Refining My Taste Buds (Wednesday Fare)

Food has been a topic here before.  Now it shall be again.

If you have a weak tummy, don't read past the photo.

Am I the only person who goes through runs of deeply craving certain foods?  Right now, I'm all about Blondies.  With loads and loads of pecans, preferably.   (Practically any baked sweet is better, in my mind, with loads and loads of pecans.  Ice cream, too.)

The issue with my Blondie craving is that I currently have no way to bake them for myself.  They are difficult to find in stores, if you didn't know that.  However, I do have a bag of pecans on hand, so I can eat those, at least.

(Photo from breadboozebacon.com)

The problem there, though, is if I eat them and do figure out a way to bake Blondies, I'll have lots fewer pecans to add.

I'm not a particularly picky eater, but there are things I will never eat.  On that list: liver (I didn't write it that way, but please read it in all caps), turnips, kale, melons, radishes, marshmallows, cucumbers, meringue, beets (unless they're pickled). I've tried lots of things that are weird, but it's unlikely I'll ever run into them again, so they don't go on the list.  My father was awful about this.  He'd bring something home --- usually from a horse show --- and tell me I ought to try it: "It's good!"  I bite into the sandwich (or whatever), kind of nod, and he tells me it's barbecued raccoon.  Or goat.  Or brains.  Or tongue.  (Chitlins I recognized in time to vehemently refuse.)

If I go to a restaurant, I'm likely to find something (if not many things) to eat.  Still, one of the very best things Google can do is allow you to look up a menu before you go to any given place.  There's nothing left to chance.