One of my guilty pleasures involves clothes. More specifically wedding dresses. I just like to look at them. I spend far too much time on the TV watching people choose the perfect dress. I don’t know for sure when I developed this obsession, but I imagine it was in my childhood when I was given bride doll in a pretty dress. She was at least eighteen inches high, and I thought she was just beautiful. Why do I feel guilty about this? Because I could be writing, editing, or cleaning my house. Do I intend to change my ways? Uh, no.
I also like fast food. I feel guilty even thinking about it, but whenever I can justify it I’m headed to Burger King, Wendy’s, or Bojangles. My husband does much better. He tries to avoid fast food when he can, but if I want it, he’ll eat it with me. Sigh. Another thing to feel guilty about. I’m ruining the poor man’s diet.
However, my obsession with fast food is nothing compared to my obsession with pork rinds. Yep, you read that right. You can even see me holding my favorite brand in the picture. They’re barbecued which makes them better. This is odd too. For the majority of my life, pork rinds did not pass my lips. I considered them to be the lowest form of snack. Well, all of that changed one fall evening when my husband came home from the grocery store with a bag of them. “Try this,” he said.
I have no idea why I did it, but I tried it. Not too bad. I tried a second, then a third and fourth. I was hooked. They were absolutely delicious. My dog Rascal wanted one, and he liked it as much as I did. It’s funny about Rascal though. No matter how much he begged I’d never give him more than two or three because he had a sensitive stomach. Well, one night I decided I’d give them to him as long as he’d eat them. The two of us almost finished off a bag, but the last time I offered him one, he turned his head and refused it. As far as I know he never touched another pork rind in his life.
Readers, we all have guilty pleasures. Do tell us about yours.