Maybe I’m not the only one who’s like this.

I go through phases, when it comes to food I like. (I suppose this is true of music as well. Hmm.) For instance, a few years ago I ate toaster waffles (“leggo my eggo!”) for breakfast each and every day. I eventually tired of them, and even found them distasteful.

A few weeks ago I discovered a box of ‘em in the freezer, and the roomie said “go ahead, if you want ‘em.” Why, sure, I thought.

Now? I’m craving the damned things again. Luckily there were two left when I checked a few minutes ago. Yum.

(Okay, bonus points to anyone who can tell me where this entry’s title came from without Googling for it. Heh.)