Yep, I am known to steal. A roast potato back in the kitchen, or a raw carrot, freshly undressed from its peely undies. Or dare leaving a stray fig in my environs. Poof!! Gone it will be.
I usually wake in the wee hours of the morning which requires literal interpretation. Having run the errand, my defenseless mouth gets seduced by the sexiest salad dressing anywhere south of Betelgeuse or Alpha Centauri. But see what the Censory Ceductive Chef has to say:
“It is so incredible. Rich. Thick. Creamy. Buttery. Sweet. Gingery. I could go on and on. I seriously could probably drink it, to be honest! But this dressing, smothered over the cold, crunchy veggies was just awesome!”