Monday, November 28, 2011
The moment I walked into the building this morning I knew production was running brownies. They give off a very distinct, sickly-sweet aroma. Nine hours and several batches of cookies later, I leave smelling like baking cookies and with my hands raw from washing dishes. The first thing I do when I get home is think, "What should I fix for dinner?" A very large percentage of my day is spent thinking about food of some sort. You think you like food? Step into my world. I don't think I'm crazy, I just have lots to digest.