So I was just in the kitchen tossing a roast into the crock pot for overnight cooking and I suddenly experienced something I can only refer to as a delayed exploding noema. Years delayed, in fact.
I can't explain it all because it's just too odd except to the few I've told the story to. Let's just say that for years and years I thought the answer to my unexplainable interest was pepperoni when it was actually just plain old garlic. Weird.
If you know what the hell I'm rambling on about, it's pretty damn funny, but if you don't, it's meaningless and I prefer to keep it that way.
Garlic? Really? Who the hell would have thought? This is just too funny!