I know for a fact that there are people out there whose vices are actually good things.
People like my brother-in-law, who supposedly can't go a day without a good, long run.
People like my sister, who consider watermelon a delicious dessert.
I, however, seem to be just one level above crackhead when it comes to my personal vices.
I like to eat frosting right from the container. I would eat bread for every meal if I could. I believe a slice of cake or pie is a perfectly acceptable substitute for breakfast cereal.
I have been known to eat three-day-old donuts, and for God's sake, don't leave any pastries lying around when I'm nearby. I will steal them.
But my latest vice astounds even me for its low-down, dirty nature. I'm only talking about it now because it will force me to give it up. So this morning will hopefully be the last time I will partake in it.
Coffee from 7/11.
It started out innocently enough. I had to be at a work event before 7 a.m., and didn't have time to make a Starbucks run. There's a 7/11 right down the street from my house, so I dashed in for a huge cup of coffee. I was pleased to note that they offered a hazelnut flavor, since I imagined their regular coffee would burn a hole right through my esophagus.
And right next to the hazelnut coffee was a French Vanilla cream dispenser.
I knew by the oily sheen on top of my extra-large cup that this was no great cup o'Joe, but what can you do? It was 6:45 a.m. on Saturday, and I needed a pick-me-up. I pumped my flavored coffee and cream full of sugar, then whipped out my debit card at the register.
Turns out I didn't need to do that, since a massive, steaming cup of 7/11 coffee is just $1.79. I paid for it with change, took my first sip and made a mental note that my beverage was probably made by DuPont.
But the next day, I found myself back at the scene of the crime.
Two days later, I picked up another cup.
This morning, I bought one more. Hopefully my last one.
I can't explain why. It's not great ... it's oily and chemical and I put so much flavored junk in it that it doesn't even really resemble coffee anymore.
But it's cheap. And it's sweet.
And undoubtedly bad for me on several levels. And probably lowering your respect for me by about five notches.
Do they have a rehab for bad taste?
Golden Beet Salad with Cotija and Pepitas
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An upcoming trip to Mallorca and Portugal has motivated us to tweak our
eating habits a bit -- gotta look good when visiting those beautiful,
sun-kissed...
Lowering my respect for you...peh. Relating to you...yes. :)
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