Anyone who knows me, knows I appreciate good food. I do consider myself a bit of a foodie. Perhaps even a food snob.
However, were other foodies to find out about some of my guilty pleasures, my status would be immediately cancelled, and I’d be ostracized for crimes against reasonable cuisine.
I’m going to risk it.
Looking back, I blame it all on my mother. I was blessed to have a Stay at Home Mom until I was well into my teens. She’s a great cook, and always made me eat a healthy breakfast, packed a nutritious lunch, and had a balanced dinner on the table when my dad came home from work. Pizza nights at my house didn’t happen because she was too tired to cook – they happened as a treat because everyone genuinely wanted pizza.
Sounds pretty good, right?
All of this comes with a dark side.
Because there was always such an abundance of quality good and mostly good for me food around (because really, a house is not a home without cookies!), certain things were pretty much outlawed.
And now, of course, since I’m allegedly a grownup and have full reign over my own pantry the following items that I was never fed as a child make regular appearances in my diet:
– Handy Snacks
– Pop Tarts
– Sugary Cereals
– Pizza Pops
– Chef Boyardee
– Eggo Waffles
– Kraft Singles
I’m sure there are quite a few other non-nutritive offenders out there that I’ve forgotten, but you get the gist.
I don’t make a regular habit of eating these, but if I’m especially ill or stressed out, I seem to crave them. I suppose the total lack of nutritional content or anything challenging to digest makes them a popular caloric option for an upstet tummy.
So if you see me chowing on white bread grilled cheese sandwiches or eggo waffles, you know something’s up.
And if you have any brilliant ideas about how to make me feel this way about something like broccoli, please pass them on.
And whatever you do, please don’t tell my mom!