I should get out my golden wig so I can pretend to be Goldilocks, while waiting for my hot porridge to cool down.. Meanwhile, tummy tries to override tongues preventive measures that tells brain: to hot, no eat, get burned, bad, bad, bad...
that happens to me when I'm eating...its worse when I'm stoned and I make pizza bagels and wake up the next morning and the whole roof of my mouth is missing
I literally have perfected the art of eating hot foods without burning myself. I was told I was "hyperactive eater" by the medics in the army. They said it was bad. When food gets in front of my its crazy, I don't pay attention to anything and I eat right then. I get really mad every time I can't eat the hot food I bring home, so I order something small and easy to eat while driving. Anyways, through the years, I have learned to eat crazy fucking hot food. Sometimes when I am drunk I don't pay as much attention though...
i usually form the porridge into a volcano shape and drop some brown sugar in the eruption hole then add cold milk to the hole until it runs out and floods the land ....and after a minute its cooled down enough to eat
