Stop making fun of me for writing about food. Yes, I know I am a big guy.  Yes, I realize I’m like the stereotypical big guy that talks about food too much.

I called my wife yesterday at 10 am to ask what we were having for dinner.  She asked, “Do you ever think about anything but food?”

Well, of course.  I think about sports once in a while.

For the past two days, my comfort food has been waffles.  I have been on a weird waffle kick.

I checked out an article on wallethub.com about comfort foods by state.  It was very interesting.  Based on the story, I think I should move to Vermont.