Jeffrey Morgenthaler in Eugene Oregon writes an entertaining blog about bartending and (cough) “mixology”. Always a good read, this week he’s written an article on “My Five Guilty Pleasure Drinks”, talking about his secret love for vodka, cheap beer, and Jägermeister, among other scandalous things. I’ve been wanting to ask readers here what their guilty pleasures are. What food do you secretly like that you wouldn’t want anyone to know about?
You have probably read about my secret fondness for Taco Bell when I was in college. I would make an occasional late night visit after a few too many drinks. If I’d had three drinks I would indulge in a couple of plain bean burritos, but more than that I’ll wake up in bed the next day with remnants of a Nacho Supreme scattered through the sheets. As a friend of mine said when he walked in the next morning, “that’s… just….. pretty.” The sad little cardboard nacho tray stuck to my pillow with orange nacho cheese glue didn’t help.
In college, I had a thing for Sara Lee frozen cheesecakes and was known to eat an entire cake in a single sitting. Most of the time I didn’t even wait for them to thaw. The other day I happened across them for the first time in 20 years and was immediately transported back in time. I paused for a moment and actually considered buying one again, but decided it wouldn’t be the same (my entire midlife crisis in 30 seconds.) Then there was the fondness for that horrible canned cheese stuff that you could squirt on crackers – again after many um… drinks. I may have contributed to global warming from all the aerosol cheese (I can’t remember what flavor). I used to see how many I could stick together and put them all in my mouth at once.
Nowadays I tend to be a bit pickier; my friends call me a total food snob because I just don’t eat much that’s bad for me. My biggest guilty pleasure is probably peanut butter; not the organic, natural stuff – hell no! Bring on the Jif Creamy with extra saturated fat. I could (and frequently have), eaten it with a spoon, or even my finger, dipped and swirled around. I know…. pretty.
Guess that will keep any of you from wanting a PB&J at my house!