Guilty Pleasures

In the best and worst of times, we rely on the little pleasures in life. There is nothing better to get me through the last few hours of work then the thought of being at home, sitting down (after 10+ hours on my feet), eating some of my homemade jam on a piece of toast. 

I'll admit to eating spoonfuls of Nutella (my version of crack-cocaine) for dinner. I honestly can't even keep it in the house, because just knowing that creamy chocolate-hazelnut spread is sitting behind my closed cabinet door, makes my mouth water.

Italian bread grilled under the broiler with olive oil and salt, smeared with pesto. Topped with fresh mozzarella, perfectly ripe heirloom tomatoes and vividly green leaves of basil. 3 large pieces, eaten watching DVR-ed shows and followed by a bowl of vanilla ice cream swimming in rich caramel sauce. A guilty couch-potato session if I've ever heard one. 

These are the thing we do when no one can see us, when no one can judge us. I'm convinced everyone has them, though few will admit to them. 

I sent an email to a bunch of my friends and asked them for their guilty pleasures, to be published anonymously on this blog. I heard back from two! 

• Going to a movie and eating hot tamales (or raisinets) with popcorn (and these must be eaten together) and a dr. pepper
• Standing in front of the open fridge eating leftovers. I always think I'll only eat a couple bites and then I end up eating the whole thing. 
• Watching Road Rules Real World Challenge and a big bowl of pasta with tomato sauce, parm, and lots of basil
• American Cheese
• A whole pint of Ben & Jerry…Cherry Garcia!

These things are so simple, why do we feel guilty for some of these indulgences? I say, perhaps not guilty pleasures, but perfect little moments of indulgence in the crazy of our day. 

What's your guilty pleasure?