Maybe it's Shelley's pregnancy pheromones, but I cannot stop eating fried buffalo chicken sandwiches. On Friday night, around 9:30, I had to leave the apartment to get a chicken sandwich from Ba-Da Wings. Then on Saturday I returned to Ba-Da for lunch because I wanted another. One would think that my cravings were satiated, having had two of the same sandwich within 15 hours. Nope. Today I was at Target and bought fried buffalo chicken fingers. I brought them home and made three (yes, 3) buffalo chicken sandwiches. I wonder if this is normal?
4 comments:
Mmmm. After looking at the large version of your sandwich, I think I'm having sympathy cravings too. Is that the sandwich you made? You're an artist!
oh my god, that looks delicious!! i want one right now!
If this keeps up, I think we may need to get some belly progression pictures of Aaron on this blog.
I think that is a fabulous idea :)
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