Reminds me of a quick story. I had a good friend / biz associate who was a prominent criminal attorney. He use to refer me many of his clients for different reasons. Often he would just call my office and say; " I have someone on their way to see you, they will be there in 20 mins" and that was all the notice I would get of a pending appointment. So one day I get the call and 20 minutes later a heavy set, sweet, older-grandmotherly woman showed up in my office wearing a moo-moo apron dress, smelling like cookie dough with her 7yo grandson in tow.
She came into my office and we discussed a few things…had a very pleasant meeting, her choice of clothing and the aroma of baking/cookie dough, reminded me of my own dearly departed grandmother.
She left my office and my curiosity was killing me, she certainly didn’t fit the mold of most referrals from my attorney friend, people who routinely represented the under belly of society. So I picked up the phone to call my friend and ask why exactly this grandma required the services of a criminal attorney like my friend…“Oh yeah she killed a bunch of people back in the 70’s…her and her husband and brother” was his reply. 
No joke. Her brother was a local serial killer and was serving life in jail. Their parents had died years before and left this woman and her jailed brother a decent inheritance. The jailed brother would draw upon his inheritance from jail as needed, well one day he sent his daughter to the bank to draw on funds, and the bank informed them the account was empty, no more money. It turned out his sister (the grandma) had used all her inheritance money, then stole/took her brothers money…figuring he was in jail anyway, he would probably never know.
Well the brother found out his sister stole his money…and he decided to finally tell the whole complete truth about his murder spree, which included he often brought his victims to his sisters house, where the sister and her husband would dismember the bodies and help dispose of them. On a few occasions the husband / brother in law also committed murder…and the wife/grandmother was an accomplice in those murders as well.
15 years later and I still can’t get the image of the woman sitting in my office across my desk from me, in her moo-moo, holding her grandson smelling like fresh baked cookies and the absolute horrors she had committed hidden behind her coy loving smile.
. But I’m going to have to ignore this craving because I am no longer a drunken college student.
that is quite a mix of cravings.
reality below … what I really just ate
