croutons and peanut butter. when we lived in the condo, i would get up at 4, like clockwork, tiptoe down the carpeted stairs and into the kitchen. sit my scrawny little behind on the kittypissed tile and stuff my face with croutons. bags of it. when that craving was satisfied, i would search for the peanut butter. i climbed onto the counter to reach it on the shelf, shimmy down, get a spoon, and shovel it into my trap.