Did you just touch my paninis?
Get your hands off my paninis.
Get your mind out of the gutter! I'm talking about the most delicious sandwich ever created that was gifted to Earth by the hands of God. And thanks to Grandma, we have been blessed with a panini maker for Christmas this year. And. I. Am. Addicted.
I have literally eaten maybe at least 15 8 paninis this week. Being the cheese advocate that I am doesn't help the situation either. It's like putting women who are addicted to sex in a house with Dr. Drew. It's just cruel. I mean, these things are dripping with melty salty cheese on crispy sourdough whole wheat bread, smothered with mayo mustard, tomatoes, roast beef, bacon all over the place lots of lettuce. I dream about them when I go to sleep, I think about the next panini I'm going to make while I'm eating one.
I actually had a religious experience with one on Tuesday, so what I'm trying to say is I've started a religion, it's called Paninism, we will be worshipping Cheesus Christ and I will be hosting daily worship sessions at my house like everyday. Everyone is welcome.
Anyway, Chelsea has been my main disciple right now, here is a picture of her caught in the act (BUSTED!) :
You might be saying to yourself, "Really Chels? Capers? I'm torn on that decision," because that's what I said to myself until I saw this about 6 minutes later...
I have to say, Avery isn't as thrilled. I feel bad, but she's real tired of the whole panini for breakfast, lunch, and dinner lunch everyday. Literally. Tired.
Yup, she's asleep.
Jesus, I mean, Cheesus, they're amazing though. If I was in high school and I had a notebook, I would scribble "I love paninis" and "Sofia Panini" all over it.
Thinkin about changing Avery's middle name... just a thought. Too much?