Journey to the Center of my Pantry.
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.
Blue corn tortilla chips with organic salsa. The end.