It was not a culinary adventure, so much as a junk food kamikaze mission that I went on last night. A taste experience far from worthy of the abdominal definition sacrificed.
Baked goods, mannn.
“Just Say” un – uh. “No.” At least to keepin’ ‘em in the house. Because even when you plan on taking no more than a fourth at a time –
The next thing you know, a whole cookie is gone and you’ve eaten half a bag of tortilla chips, dipped in taco sauce as if it were an adequate substitute for salsa.
Oof. Proud moments, those. Proud, proud moments.