hnf: food weaknesses
carbohydrates are my biggest enemy.
i like potatoes. i like them baked, fried and boiled. mashed, au gratin and buttered. hashbrowned. twice baked. i like them regardless of color. red, yellow, white, purple. i like potato chips. i crave the crunch, especially of a thick cut, kettle cooked chip. the salty, greasy feeling that left on my lips. mmmmm.
i like doritos. cool ranch, taco, sweet & spicy, nacho ... i like them all. i can polish off a bag in no time. and not feel a twinge of over-indulgence until i wake up the next morning feeling like i chewed a sock all night. and even then, i know it's worth it. i'm actually salivating a little bit just talking about them.
i like bread. toasted with butter & worcestershire sauce. grilled with melty cheese inside. holding together a tasty burger. smeared with garlicky butter. topped with pizza sauce, sausage and cheese. sliced thin with butter & chocolate. toasted into croutons for a salad. dipped in egg & fried for breakfast. bread is a beautiful thing.
the worst part of it is, i stink at moderation. when i have pizza one day, i want it the next day, too. and the day after that. and i can't just eat a serving of doritos; i want the whole bag. and if there's a bag of croutons in the house, most of them are eaten straight out of the bag.
and now you know why i don't keep bread in the house (unless it's in the freezer. out of sight, out of mind) and why i refuse to buy salty snacks for get togethers more than a day before i have people over. it wouldn't last until they got here!
i like potatoes. i like them baked, fried and boiled. mashed, au gratin and buttered. hashbrowned. twice baked. i like them regardless of color. red, yellow, white, purple. i like potato chips. i crave the crunch, especially of a thick cut, kettle cooked chip. the salty, greasy feeling that left on my lips. mmmmm.
i like doritos. cool ranch, taco, sweet & spicy, nacho ... i like them all. i can polish off a bag in no time. and not feel a twinge of over-indulgence until i wake up the next morning feeling like i chewed a sock all night. and even then, i know it's worth it. i'm actually salivating a little bit just talking about them.
i like bread. toasted with butter & worcestershire sauce. grilled with melty cheese inside. holding together a tasty burger. smeared with garlicky butter. topped with pizza sauce, sausage and cheese. sliced thin with butter & chocolate. toasted into croutons for a salad. dipped in egg & fried for breakfast. bread is a beautiful thing.
the worst part of it is, i stink at moderation. when i have pizza one day, i want it the next day, too. and the day after that. and i can't just eat a serving of doritos; i want the whole bag. and if there's a bag of croutons in the house, most of them are eaten straight out of the bag.
and now you know why i don't keep bread in the house (unless it's in the freezer. out of sight, out of mind) and why i refuse to buy salty snacks for get togethers more than a day before i have people over. it wouldn't last until they got here!
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