Let’s just say, hypothetically, that you were to buy flatbreads this weekend.
And then, let’s say, you were to decide that you would eat one buttered and blistered round for every single meal seven ways to next Sunday.
And a coke.
And a semi-permanent grease beard.
I only ask because a friend of a friend knows another friend who ran into her friend’s friend who ran into this problem..and of course…I just have no experience with any sort of situation.
Can’t even hardly imagine.
What was I asking?
Right, advice. So, let’s just also [hypothetically, remember] say that those buttery flatbreads made you tell your boyfriend that you “couldn’t imagine loving anything in this whole wide world more than hot flatbread sandwiches.”
Or, let’s say that the flatbreads in question caused you to, oh, I don’t know, think about calling in sick to work, avoid social interactions, and wiggle out of public outings, just because you’d rather not stray from the smell of street food that you’ve practically febreezed your kitchen with.
All things considered, again hypothetically, umm…what would you do next?
You know, because I really can’t muster a guess.
I would just **absolutely never find myself in such an obsessive compulsive situation where I did not know how or when or if another meal would [ever] come out of my kitchen without a flatbread shawl. And, it goes without saying that I certainly would never have made three things using flatbreads in one weekend’s time:
**I lie when I use asterisks.