Constant...craving...has always been.

Just an aside, emailing while driving will be the death of me. I'm sure of it.

I have cravings. Maybe that's not quite the word but I can't think of a better one. When I find myself in certain places I feel the need to eat specific things. My mom has season tickets to the Opera, and this month was Jenufa. It was fantastic and I highly recommend it. What's more fun than a story about a dead illegitimate child and a woman being stabbed in the face? Come on! That's good times!

Whenever I go to the Opera I have to eat a Patina brownie. It's horrible. Not the urge, the brownie. It tastes awful. Too chocolately, too much non-blended granulated sugar, and it's chewy. I don't like sticky chewy brownies. Yet, I want it. Everytime. Then I started thinking, what else do I HAVE TO HAVE and where?

Disneyland = pink cotton candy
weekend Farmer's Market = agua fresca and chilaquiles
Knott's Berry Farm = fried chicken (that's a given)
Paul Frank = Pink's hot dogs (down the street)
Ala Moana in Waikiki = Thirst Aid orange freeze (now gone, sad)
Dim Sum = daan tarts (custard tarts)
L.A. Zoo = Cinnamon glazed roasted almonds
The Grove aka Fairfax Farmer's Market = beignets at the Gumbo Pot
Staples Center = Popcornopolis
J-town (Little Tokyo) = mochi ice cream and an imagawayaki

When I go to these places, it's a given that I will buy these things, whether I am hungry or not. They aren't particularly good, as you can tell, but maybe it's the spirit of the place that settles me into that 'wanting'.

Am I the only one who has these cravings? Sure, hot dogs at ball games, popcorn at the movies, but Opera brownies? You can't beat that.