Sandwiched

Do you ever wake up craving something very specific to eat?
I do, sometimes in fact often and since morning I've had the words chicken sandwich circling my head and that is exactly what I'll make.
Granted my mouth has turned into cottonmouth and my taste buds are on a hiatus but what am I if not greedy and mostly hungry, add to that that fact I've not been working out in this sort of sickness which has relegated itself to a monstrous discomfort in my throat and I shall not relent nor back down and cook up something so silly that my taste buds will have no option but to make a comeback.