Well, this is embarrassing.

I totally did not gourmet. I don’t even think I managed to ghetto.

Basically, I made a great big cheeseburger, put it on toast, and smothered that shit with ketchup. Then after the cheesy meat fest, I  ate half a tube of cookie dough.

I swear I was thinking about steak and tiramisu the whole time.

And I ate that cookie dough right out of the fridge just like I was reenacting my own private 9 1/2 Weeks.  Shut up, it’s not weird to feel sexy when you’re all alone with a tube of cookie dough while thinking about another dessert.