I had the strangest dream last night. I wanted to run to the grocery store to buy the ingredients for chipped beef on toast, but Billy didn't want me to go. Once I finally got to the store, I couldn't find the beef (ha ha) and was majorly disappointed.
I hate chipped beef on toast (or sh*t on a shingle). Hate it. Mostly because every time we ate it growing up, it made me feel like we were poor. I have no idea where that stereotype came from, but I remember being really embarrassed whenever mom would make it.
Anyway, today, thanks to my strange dream, I'm totally craving this.