I. Am. So. Freakin'. Hungry.

I would kill or die for a potato, some fruit, some homemade bread. A Coke.

Then the 17yr old opens up a bag of Doritos.... I almost passed out from the carb fumes.

I wanted to kill him, steal the bag and hide under the stairs laughing maniacally in glee while I consumed them all.....fistfuls at a time.

Anyway...so I made a stuffed bell pepper. And.....it was good.