Cheetos

I love the hot ones.

In my younger days, I was so addicted that mom had to hide the bags from me so that I wouldn't eat them before dinner. It was my "cookie jar." I actually searched cabinets, kitchen drawers, closets, and even the garage, but she was good at hiding them... or I was bad at finding them. When I was finally allowed to have some ('some' as in, layout a napkin and mom pours couple pieces out) I would savor and treasure each piece by sucking the flavor dry to the point where I would not have to even take a bite. It was my crack-on-a-stick. The best part was the red fingers. mmm. Even after playing basketball or handball with that lumpy old dirty orange ball at recess that made my hands turn black and smell like sewage, I would make sure to clean off every and any red particle on my fingertips. hmm tastes like iron.

My flaming hot love for cheetos continued on through high school. When I realized that I could buy food at school, and that mom would never know what I had for snack time, I splurged on them like a pokemon splurges on rare candy. My usual 2 course snack in 9th grade was a bag of 99 cents hot cheetos (i just realized i don't have a 'cent' sign on my keyboard...) and a bottle of sprite for $1 or $1.50. I would make sure to buy it right before snack ended so I could have the whole bag all to myself during 3rd period AP Econ. People still asked for a piece or two, but compared to the floodgate of hungry pubescent hands at snack time this was a mere leak in the faucet. Man, I was so stingy smart. This one time some family friends came over and the two siblings each brought a bag of hot cheetI ate them all. Yes, even the children because they probably had hot cheetos in their system already.

In college, I matured and I grew up. Actually, the price matured and went up to $1.29. What's up with that? Messed up is what is up with that. And I barely had enough meal points to survive one school year so I had to cut back on junk food. Instead, I indulged on cheap (pronounced "chip") Korean chips, crackers, cookies, and... instant noodles. I even had instant dduk gook (rice cake). Mmhm. Can't get any better than that unless they make instant pho. Oh wait. I had those too! (btw, instant noodles are great stocking stuffers). But in the end, as much as I love Korean chips (the finger nail chips are my favorite), they can't make my mouth salivate like a $2.59 hot cheetos bag does. Word of the year: Self-control.

Wow. As I was typing in "hot cheetos" for my post label, it did an auto-complete, which means I already have a post dedicated to hot cheetos... that's kinda gluttonus maximus.

Finals week does wonders to my level of creativity. And by creativity I mean ADD.

But I don't believe in ADD.

I miss care packages...

...with hot cheetos.

Hot

On my way to church one Sunday morning

I thought about how good God's been to me

Then I tried to number and count my blessings

They were too numerous you see!

Gospel choir was so fun. Will we be singing like that in heaven?

I am still recovering from food poisoning. You know your stomach is weak when you have two FP stories on one blog page... It's time to train - little by little.

So I'm watching my diet and being cautious of what I eat (i.e. resisting all my cravings) and in comes Danny back from Ralphs with temptation in his hands.... omg. I now present:

BAM!

Cheetos® Giant Puffs Flamin' Hot Cheese Flavored Snacks!

The picture is big for a reason. I only got to try one, but once I finally got one Giant Puff in my mouth I had to wrestle it down to submission. The sensation was something between eating fire and rock, which seems to melt away like ice cream, but treacherously has just enough corn syrup solids to keep its form in tact in an effort to cover up the presence of autolyzed yeast extract and to tease the mouth to bite into the ball of monosodium glutamate. I'm starting to feel battle scars in my mouth, not to mention the actual drooling it causes. This is what Fire Mario's fireballs probably look like.

Eat this!

mmhmm. just as I imagined.

Why. Whydoyoudoit.

I remember growing up I used to be addicted to hot cheetos. So addicted, in fact, that mom had to hide bags (yes plural) from me before dinner. Those were some tough times, but what can you expect from a School of Hard Knock graduate. Now even away from the shadow of mom's wings I realize how precious it is... college you've been good to me.

Less than one more quarter. It's bittersweet. More sweet though because now I'm diving into big waters. I can start saying things like, "This will be the last bag of hot cheetos I eat on the last Thursday of the the last 3rd week of the last quarter of my last year in college."

Catch me world!

Will I splash or will I crash? Okay that was a little cheesy. (been waiting for that all post long).

Regardless, my only aim is to spit hot fire for the

'true One

want to make you new One

the only begotten Son.'

Fire fall down.

Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.

Do not put out the Spirit's fire; do not treat prophecies with contempt. Test everything. Hold on to the good. Avoid every kind of evil.

May God himself, the God of peace, sanctify you through and through. May your whole spirit, soul and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. The one who calls you is faithful and he will do it.

1 Thessalonians 5:16-24