Everyone gets cravings for particular foods. This is a natural part of life.
What I hate is when there is absolutely nothing you can do to satisfy it.
Here it is, 3:00AM, I'm visiting EN World while listening to The Rolling Stones Rock and Roll Circus and I have a sudden craving for these escargo tarts made by a particular chef- pure buttery, garlicy, snail-y bliss, wrapped in bite-sized tasty pie crusts.
I have not a chance in H-E-Double Hockey Sticks of tasting them again anytime soon, yet the ghost of their taste is dancing all around my tongue. The chef in question was working at a private party as the gift from a wife to her hubby. I don't even know what restaraunt he works at!
RARGH!
What I hate is when there is absolutely nothing you can do to satisfy it.
Here it is, 3:00AM, I'm visiting EN World while listening to The Rolling Stones Rock and Roll Circus and I have a sudden craving for these escargo tarts made by a particular chef- pure buttery, garlicy, snail-y bliss, wrapped in bite-sized tasty pie crusts.
I have not a chance in H-E-Double Hockey Sticks of tasting them again anytime soon, yet the ghost of their taste is dancing all around my tongue. The chef in question was working at a private party as the gift from a wife to her hubby. I don't even know what restaraunt he works at!
RARGH!