Cheese curls--a stress reliever?

So yeah.  I didn't feel like developing a list of the most interesting things I ate in 2010 and the things I plan to eat in lucky number eleven.  I live life on a whim.  It's my blog so I can do stuff like that.  Booyah.  However, I can say that I've made adventurous eating part of my growing list of New Years resolutions.  Last year I had the misfortune of chowing down on cold and slimy wild boar brain on little pieces of garlic toast.  I'd say that was pretty adventurous.  This year I might try chocolate-covered mantis or some other atrocity that makes punks shiver with repulsion and fear.

Anyway, now to the part of this blog that relates to the title.  As I sat on my couch earlier this evening trying to decompress from the events of the day as well as my manic plunge into life improvements in this new year, I found myself unconciously going to my kitchen cabinet to retrieve my beloved bag on Cheeto Puffs.  "Cheeto" really looks like it should end in an "h" but I am too tired to care at the moment.  So yeah, I sat back down on my couch and placed cheeto after cheeto into my mouth, savoring the light crunchy texture and the salty tang of fake cheese with each bite.  Something about the texture of cheese puffs and cheese balls is incredibly satisfying like nothing else I enjoy eating.  I felt better by the time I rolled the bag back up, pretending there was actually another full serving left.  Don't judge me.  It's not cute.