I got a craving for a chocolate milkshake.
Usually it's a constant craving that longingly aches from deep inside. You know the kind, the unrelenting digging into your core, that is never quite satiated until you acquiesce, and then you feel disgusted for consenting to its demands.
Just like they say, never give in to terrorists (unless it's an 8 month old baby, then you're at her mercy). Once you do, they know you'll be their puppet for life.
It's the same with Doritos, or as I like to call it, "Orange death." I know how bad it is for you. I know I should stay away. But once I see that bag, I am undeniably drawn to it. You start off having "just a couple of chips," and then something happens you're not aware of. Subconsciously you've already decided that you're finishing the bag, and you're not even cognizant of it. You happen to look down and notice, my gosh, the bag is empty. How did that happen? And then the guilt pangs start springing up, not to mention the stomach grumbling in revolt of all that processed food.
You do that and you can start to identify with a crack addict. That horrible need.
Let's get back to that chocolate milkshake, shall we? The other day we got lunch at Chick-Fil-A. I got the #1 meal and I upgraded my drink option to get that dubious, chocolate milkshake. Buwah-haha!
The trouble with these fast food milkshakes is the same as making a deal with the devil: you start getting what you want, but you always get screwed at the end. Upon first sip, you notice the incredibly thick and rich textured feeling of the creamy, chocolatey goodness. It almost seems too good to be true. But with each subsequent trip to the sipping straw, the flavor begins to reveal its true artificial calling. It's all synthetic. It's all processed. It's HFCS.
Check on the link to see the actual page-long list of ingredients:
Whatever happened to just ice cream, milk, and chocolate. I've never once made a milkshake at home, and asked my wife, "Do you know where the carrageenan and the polysorbate 60 is? I'm making milkshakes and it doesn't taste the same without them."
If you're looking for a nice, healthy alternative with your wine, let me tell you about the one we had for dinner last night: the Pircas Negras Torrontes.
Organic. Fresh. Ripe. Very tasty white from Argentina. So flavorful, yet so crisp and easy to drink, this white will quickly wine you over and become that good tasting addiction that you can feel good about (without any guilt pangs the morning after).
Come on in and try it. You'll be glad you did.
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