After reading Mignon's comments, I have to admit that last night I SOooooo wanted some Cheetos.  Jason was on his way to WAWA.  I declined and went upstairs to bed.  Craving and Crisis averted.  I just read a book, in which part of it was the heroine talking about how much she loved Cheetos and didn't mind at all that it turned her fingers orange along with everyone she touched.  Oh, did I laugh.