I am, apparently, a freak.

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I was feeling peckish just now and I decided to make a cheesetoastie. Now, I'm fully aware that my taste in cheesetoasties is slightly off kilter. I like them with strawberry jam. Not always, but occasionally. I don't know why, but mature cheese and strawberry jam in a toastie...just works.

Tonight I discovered that a) my cheesetoastie appreciation centre is stoned out of its gourd, and b) my 'common sense in food' node has long since fucked off to bed. How so? Because the following happened:

Me: *in the kitchen, slicing bread, and buttering the slices and putting on the cheese and adding the strawberry jam*
Brain: Yay cheesetoastie!
Stomach: Yay cheesetoastie!
Tastebuds: *dribble*
Brain: Must not poke self with knife. And where did I put the foil? Oven's hot enough. Yay cheesetoastie!
Tastebuds: *dribble*
Stomach: Yay cheesetoas...actually, let's add Garlic 'n Chili.
Brain: # This is your hometo...What?!
Tastebuds: *dri...huh?
Stomach: Garlic 'n Chili!
Brain: Yeah...let's not.
Stomach: Why not? You like garlic and chili. You like cheese. You like strawberry jam.
Brain: Not all at once!
Stomach: I want Garlic 'n Chili!
Brain: Oh shush you, you just want to be fed. It'd be awful. Right, tastebuds?
Tastebuds: *deluge*
Brain: No. No way. We're not doing this.
Stomach: *sulk*
Tastebuds: *deluge*
Teeth: *build ark*
Me: *along for the ride*

So I just had a cheesetoastie with strawberry jam and garlic 'n chili spice mix. It is surprisingly nice.