Food is pretty okay. In fact, I bet I could get used to the stuff.

Observation:
Let's talk about food! More specifically, it turns out I like bleu cheese salad dressing, and I feel this development warrants discussion. I still remember the first time I had it. My family had stopped at a restaurant on a visit to family in Wisconsin, and I decided that was as good a time as any to branch out. Nope! Terrible idea. Apparently "bleu cheese" was another term for "rotten food they forgot to throw out and put on my salad instead." I was displeased, and wouldn't finish it even after almost all of it had been removed from the remainder of the salad. The very smell made me nauseous. I spent the next many years of my life vigilantly avoiding the substance.
Cut to yesterday. My dad had purchased some bleu cheese salad dressing because it complied with my limitations on high fructose corn syrup, and I decided "to hell with it, I'll just have some." Not my most well-reasoned of thoughts, but as it turned out, I didn't have the immediate urge to vomit. So I had some more, and I guess the rest is history. The odd thing about this is that it tastes exactly how I remembered it. Unlike the famous baked potato incident of 2009 (wherein the same phenomenon occurred, but involved, you guessed it, baked potatoes), bleu cheese still tasted sort of rotten and had a tinge of the unappealing to it. But this time I liked it. I guess it could be because I've sunk into a bit of a rut when it comes to my diet, and this abrupt change seemed beneficial solely due to its departure from the norm (pasta with either marinara or butter/garlic (okay, margarine)), which I'd had for my previous three or four meals. In any case, the peculiarity involved was monumental enough to comment on.

Observation:
Just when you thought I was done talking about food...
I usually get plain yogurt because I enjoy putting honey on it. Here's the thing: I don't like plain yogurt. So, as I'm almost out of honey, I got vanilla so I wouldn't have a bunch of disgusting plain yogurt sitting around. This has nothing to do with the main point. The point is, when I went to open the yogurt, I noticed it said "Grade A Yogurt" on the cover. Really? Anderson Erickson felt the need to include that? Let me elaborate why I find this so silly. For one thing, there is no reference to what "grade" they are referring to. For all I know, they have an inverse grading scale, with F being the best, and I'm eating the dregs. Even assuming they are referencing something legitimate, am I to assume that if their product didn't meet the highest standard that they would have included it on the label? Incredibly doubtful. I have no doubt it is impossible to buy something that says "Grade B Yogurt." Even if it does exist, I'll put money on the fact it isn't demarcated as such.