We all have them, those guilty pleasures that we crave every once in a while. I’m not talking about a case of the munchies when anything will due, I am talking about something that either brings back a childhood memory, eases sadness or something that just plain tastes great. It doesn’t necessarily have to be food either, in fact a certain someone enjoys a PBR pounder when the opportunity arises, don’t be judging now…
Taking Wikipedia as gospel can be dangerous but I do like their definition of a guilty pleasure: “A guilty pleasure is something one enjoys and considers pleasurable despite feeling guilt for enjoying it…”
When I am on the road headed towards Key West, you better believe that we will be stopping at The Cracker Barrel for breakfast every-single-day! I just can’t pass up Uncle Herschel’s Favorite®. There is just something about a place that serves individual bottles of real maple syrup but all those damn used rocking chairs irritate me a little, and I can’t even tell you why.
Examples of these guilty pleasures can be as tame as a $5 shake (Martin & Lewis of course), or as puzzling as that aerosol cheese crap that just defies common sense. Why would anyone buy cheese in a spray can anyway? I wouldn’t buy paint from the cheese section at Wegmans, would you? Maybe it’s the same people that buy pre-cooked bacon that is sold at room temperature.
A few more of mine:
Uncrustables: A round (crust less) PB&J sandwich that is sold frozen
Food court bourbon chicken that is often passed as free a hors d' Oeuvre at Christmas time
A tuna sandwich made with Miracle Whip (I know, I know but I pled the 5th if you remember correctly) on Wonder bread and yes, it has to be Wonder bread!