Guilty Pleasures. There really is something fabulous about how deeply we can enjoy something we think is off limits.
My whole life as a kid my mom was anti junk food. We never, honestly not ever, had potato chips at our house. I’d see other kids eating them at school and be amazed that they ate them day after day without even realizing how fabulous they were.
To this day, eating potato chips still holds a thrill for me. I have them very rarely, maybe a few at a party. But I do indulged once a year at Christmas and buy myself (myself, as in I don’t share) one party size bag of salt and pepper chips. It takes to about the middle of January to finish the bag. I love every greasy, salty minute of the experience.