Kraft peanut butter and Chapman’s vanilla with chocolate chunks and caramel frozen yogurt. Perfect combo for a Friday night dinner.
After a week of eating clean, my suburb’s origins fire back and I need to get a fix of crappy food loaded with refined sugar and hydrogenated fats.
This usually coincides with a visit to my sister who embraces the South Shore lifestyle. I can always count on her to have a fridge packed with food that instantly bring me back to my sweet childhood (hello, Activia blueberry yogourt containing “probiotics”, I’m talking to you). Did I mention her pantry is equally filled with surprising mixtures (Reese spread, anyone?)?
Because my sister was busy this weekend, I had to pretend I’m a grown up and get it some other way.
Yuck. The sacred temple my fridge has become over the years, which only pure foods, mostly organic plants, have access to, has been violated.
I’ve let the enemy get inside the house.