Brie. It's What's For Dinner.

I can't stop with the brie. I literally can't stop.

I have been eating more brie than I believe is healthy for any human, but I don't get tired of it. I don't even really have the taste for anything else. Every time I'm asked "what sounds good for dinner?" the look of shame that creeps across my face prompts a sigh and then "I know... brie. You can't just eat brie and fig jam for every meal!" but....I can. And I do when I'm at home.

You know, it's not my fault its so good. I'm not to blame for the sweet, creamy goodness that is heavenly both warmed or cold. I don't want to apologize for enjoying a substance that tastes fantastic with every kind of cracker and bread available to man. (but best with Trader Joe's rosemary crisps)

I really blame this on my taste buds changing. I guess it's more my palate. I know this because my smell preferences are also fluctuating right now. Where I normally wear very heavily scented lotion, I prefer fragrance free or my lavender and honey scent. I also normally prefer VERY heavy perfume like Lancôme La Vie Est Belle (full of iris and patchouli), but I have recently been wearing Dolce and Gabbana The One which mostly smells like Vetiver to me. It's powdery and very ladylike, not what I usually choose at all. I normally smell like a baby prostitute.

Anyway, back to the Brie. Did you know they also sell it in a little log?! So much easier to slice up for crackers and bread, but when I picked it up in the grocery store the other day, the look of disapproval I was given cut me deep. Not deep enough, apparently, because I still bought that stick of yum.

Brie, you guys. Brie.