I am a diagnosed food addict and literally everything I think of calls my name. Over the week end it was pork and sauerkraut. I made it for dinner Saturday and could not get enough of it. Right now it is the kielbassa I brought for lunch, If I make it until noon without eating it it will be a miracle. I work very hard to control myself and after years of therapy I usually do pretty good. Sometimes I lose the battle though and then, look out! There is not enough food in the world to satisfy me. It is a curse.