Let’s be honest. We all have our vices and secrets that are hidden in a dark corner of our pantry out of sight and out of reach of people around us. Things that come out late at night when that sudden craving hits you, and nothing can quite it like your secret guilty pleasures.
You might be wondering what this “dessert blogger” is rambling about. Isn’t all my blog’s content just a bunch of guilty pleasures? But the truth is, sugar doesn’t always cut it for me. Sometimes, all I want is a greasy burger, a McDonald’s Burger. Add me a side of cheesy fries from Hardee’s and I’m fueled up to face the world again.
The truth is, we all have our little junk food secrets that some of us would never publicly admit. Why? Because people are judgmental bullies. The internet is full of those picture perfect, healthy eating, kale-embracing food posts that are nothing but an attempt to give out a self proclaimed sophisticated vibe.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for fresh eating, home cooked meals, and sustainable agriculture. But I detest these never ending food trends that dictate the way someone should eat. I’m not judging anyone and would never think less of an organic farmer who would sneak a doughnut (or two) on occasion.
So I wanted to take the chance to list out some of my vices, my dirty pleasures, what lies deep within my shelves. Please don’t think any less of me.
Confession #1: Potato Chips. A box of Pringles Salt and Vinegar would make me happier than a purring cat sitting on my chest. I have also been guilty of putting Doritos sweet chili pepper chips in the microwave topped with loads of cheddar cheese, olives, relish and mustard.
Confession #2: McDonald’s Chicken Nuggets with French Fries. Up-sized. No ketchup allowed. I once had my boyfriend order me the big box and blamed it on my PMS.
Confession #3: Cheese. Not grilled. Not cooked. Not in a sandwich. Just a slice or two of cheese rolled into a log and straight into my mouth. Usually in my bed when everyone else is asleep.
Confession #4: Haagen Dazs Coffee Ice Cream. I wasn’t a huge fan of ice cream, until I got to try the coffee ice cream from haagen Dazs. Three scoops on top of an under-baked piece of gooey brownie is what the doctor prescribed. And by doctor, I mean me. And by me, I mean someone who is in no way in a position to give out medical advice.
Confession #5: Peanut butter on a spoon dipped in melted Nutella. Need I elaborate more?
Confession #6: Pizza. And not a sophisticated, fancy Italian place pizza. Papa John’s pizza. Occasionally, I try to make up excuses why we need to order some. “everywhere else is already closed” “It’s Tuesday, they have the special offer” “They have a new crust! (which we never order anyway).
Now it’s your turn. Let me know your confessions.