I love baby food and I don't care who knows it.

That strange moment when I'm shuffling through blogs and come across this photo:

And I think to myself, "I have a box of these things in my cupboard, and I am not a baby. And I don't have a baby. I eat them myself. On campus. In front of my fellow college students, completely unashamed. I enjoy it very much. I think they're delicious."

I'm not sure if this is a problem. And I'm not sure I care if it is.