For the past few days, I've been craving an
arepa. But not just any arepa. It must have yellow cheese, shredded and melting inside the corn-y goodness, very thing tomato slices, ripe avocado and tiny tiny dash of pink sauce on top.It's the kind of visual that I can almost smell and my mouth just waters at the thought! The only way it could get better was if Julie Benz served it to me while John Barrowman snogs everyone in sight.
I've been thinking about this way too much.
Also, GIP. Because it makes me think of
missambs.