Nothing weird about craving a grilled peanut butter sandwich with fried bananas and just a touch of Nestle syrup, is there? I inherited my crazy food preferences from my dad, but I will say that he’d never go this far.
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I am my father’s daughter.
Oklahoma girl through-and-through. Writer, aspiring domestic goddess and totalitarian dictator. Taking on the world one carb-induced coma at a time. Founder of GodlyGals, a ministry for women established in 2002. Co-host of Picture Shows & Petticoats. 
Wow! You make that sound good!
Sounds indulgently rich!
Mayhaps you were craving this to prepare to honor Elvis’ birthday yesterday?
I know. I was grasping.
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