You taste like America

you would think id been held in solitary confinement for years without food..goodness.

too far?

If you know me,

or read this blog,

you know I have a thing for food.

And by thing i mean food and i are in a deep romantic love affair together.

I am slowly introducing the man with the sexy irish accent to american food.

aka butter, fat, and preservatives.

yum.

Thanks to my girl Chelsea 

and my american food deprivation

(insert pity)

she sent me a big box of American goodies.

Pretty sure she scored some serious points in heaven for that.

 

I tore into that box like a crazed lunatic.

and proceeded to eat each item..

allowing Stephen to taste a bit here and there..

taste.

Sharing is not one of my strong suits.

Results?

He doesnt like cheetos.

red flag?

or match made in heaven because that means they are all for me?

I don't know yet.

He dug the candy corn

and reeses..

Verdict is still out for him on goldfish crackers.

I also have been slowly introducing him to American style breakfasts

by forcing him to eat pancakes (aunt jemima mix baby)

with Aunt Jemima Syrup

and American style bacon.

Sweet and savory together??

WHAT?

Welcome to America boyfriend,

welcome to America.

side note: the caption of this post is not a quote from my boyfriend. so get your minds out of the gutter. creeps.