Some days I have a food craving I cannot quite define. Nothing that I can think of would satisfy it and yet I know there is a fix for yet. As a child I if I told my mother of such a craving she would suggest a series of options until one felt just right. She would then make it for me. Usually the dish in question was a pretty simple one and would not take her more than fifteen minutes to fix.
DB's solution is to have a well stocked pantry and plenty of snack options but that does not seem to work for me. I must have had food on my mind as I wrote this - I discover these beautiful food maps, a sushi bazooka and donut vortex. The bazooka looks promising - the family would love sushi anytime and its a good fix for random, undefined cravings.
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