We all have them. And in these days of linking morality with diet, it may be a little tempting to try to bury them. But — to balance out the fact that I went vegetarian for a week after watching a propaganda film by the people who bring us $1000 hand bags — I will do the opposite. I present to you: my guilty pleasures.
1. Diet Coke.
I go through phases, and I know that this enormous company steals water and turns our children into hideous sugar-suckling monsters with ADD and poor grammar, but sometimes I just crave a Diet Coke (or Coke Light, depending on the country I’m in). I know that drinking plain ol’ H2O will truly quench my thirst, but my willingness to blindly follow advertisements (and fall in love with those gorgeous little beads of perspiration lining the can or cup on billboards and movie ads) is what makes me American.
2. Tater Tots.
I typically avoid purchasing frozen pre-made products with ingredients that I cannot pronounce, but good Lord, can you imagine hand-shredding potatoes to get those perfectly-shaped tot-like nuggets? No thank you.
3. Hot Dogs.
While we’re at it, sometimes I don’t want to know where my food is coming from. I know this makes me a bad locavore, but still. There’s an element of mystery about the hot dog that makes it so… romantic.
4. Drinking my Breakfast.
So, most of the time, my breakfast only consists of coffee. But I’m not adverse to throwing in a mimosa or bloody mary if the situation calls for it.
5. Gary’s Three-Way at the Rusty Bucket.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: there’s nothing that can cure a hangover like this dish of grease and fat. It was literally the thing that made me miss home the most on my first trip to Asia. Try finding a combination of melted cheddar, ground beef and sour cream in Phnom Penh.