Oh, no...not again!

Ccccccckkkkkkk. I wake up this morning...with what now? A craving for soy sauce chicken! (Did I tell you I like to eat?) What gives? I have no idea where that came from left field. The last time I had that chicken was...I cannot remember. Hoo boy. Nothing I saw on telly last night to make me crave it. No weird dreams that I can remember. But I wake up with a vivid taste of...soy sauce chicken. Go figure! I even smack my lips and roll the taste around my mouth in my 'tween state of sleep/wake. If it were some other food, I can live with it. But soy sauce chicken? Dunt get me wrong. I like it. It just does not make sense. Not quite a comfort food like Chef-Boy-R-Dee Ravioli. (Yes, yes, yes...no judgments, please.) So, I am debating with myself. Again. Should I go find some? Should I try to make it? (Okay, for those who do not know me that well, I am not a cook. Just a microwavist. Definitely not a cook.) Oh, gosh. First shrimp chips, now soy sauce chicken. What next I wonder? Shrimp chips, I understand. Those are physically here in the house where I can eye spy them. Soy sauce chicken? Not a morsel. Not a thought. Shaking my head in wonderment. Maybe this was my mind kicking back at myself for writing yesterday about something other than...food. Seems like my wackiest moments are about food and everything else is...bor-innggg (yawn). (Did I tell you I like to eat?)