Junk Food Junkie

You'd never know it by looking at her, but Peanut is a junk food junkie.

She has a drawer full of Snickers bars in the kitchen that I happened upon last week. There's a ziplock bag of Oreos in the pantry that is quickly depleting. She's always up for an ice cream cone at Spill the Beans when we walk the bridge at Falls Park. She eats an egg roll almost everyday for lunch. Last weekend, we went to Mimi's Cafe and she ordered a patty melt and fries. On Monday, she asked me if I wanted to go get a milkshake. Last night, she wanted to go get cheeseburgers for dinner.

Oh, dear. 

But we didn't go out last night. Her little foot (Oh, FOOT) has been bothering her, so I made some soup for myself, and she ate her usual bowl of cereal. Except, last night, I learned something about her nightly cereal. Friends, she does not douse her cereal with milk. She fills the bowl with HALF AND HALF.

!!!

Yea. I'd been wondering why we've been going through half and half so quickly. I mean, I only put a little bit in my coffee at breakfast and she drinks her coffee black. That's certainly not enough to go through three quarts in a week! But a bowl full of half and half every night? Yep, that'll probably run you about three quarts-worth. Three quarts of half and half a week, a drawer full of Snickers bars, and a pantry stocked with Oreos. Throw in an obsession with applewood smoked bacon, and I think we've got ourselves a little junk food junkie: Peanut.

Here she is at the Olive Garden last week, after she had just eaten two breadsticks:

 

Doesn't she look happy? It's the junk food. And the leopard sweater that mom and I gave her. So chic.