Ok, folks – I said I’d tell you today what I had for a gluten-laden snack last week.
I’m not proud of my spur-of-the-moment choice, not at all.
Any of the other choices would have been better except the KFC meal – I’ll never, ever eat commercially-produced chicken again. Ever. The only meat I will consume comes from one family, Creswick Farms.
The item I ate on Friday was… the Little Debbie Swiss Rolls.
Mom and I had had an especially bad day, and I desperately wanted something sweet, cakey, and generally horrible for me. A quick injection of sugar and chocolate. And there they were.
By “and there they were,” I mean, “and there they were in the appropriate aisle of the store I went into for the express purpose of obtaining them.”
I didn’t grow up eating Little Debbie anythings – we were a Hostess family when we got those sorts of treats. I only discovered Swiss Rolls much, much later in life. The first hit of sugary, creamy, chocolatey goodness on my tongue is more powerful than drugs. It taps directly into the pleasure center of my brain and does a dance on it.
So there you have it. Yes, the loaf of bread or pint of Hopslam would have been far better choices, but I crumbled. I went for the uber-processed, absolutely awful treat.
Next time, I’ll choose something more awesome.
Sadly, no one won the prize – you all gave me far too much credit for making a less infantile selection.
I’ll come up with another contest soon to make up for it. 😉