I know that feeling from somewhere.

My mouth is watering. My stomach is making noise, the kind that other people can hear. Foods that I would not otherwise like seem… palatable. Even cheese.

Yeah, no… I’ve got to take that one back. No coagulated sour milk for me please.

The time has come for some serious hunting and gathering. With the comforts of 21st century society, no tools are necessary. All I need is the will and desire to rise to my feet and walk to the cookie jar. Thank God for processed foods, grocery stores, and wives that don’t mind doing all of the shopping.