Dirty Little Food Secrets – #2 Fess Up
Fess up?!? Really? I have to? Okay, as long as you promise not to tell anyone.
I will tell you my dirty little food secrets, my foodie failings and my indie indiscretions.
My dirty little food secrets
Let’s start here: I have a slight addiction to McDonald‘s Sausage McMuffins for breakfast. With a little drizzle of honey it is one of my absolute favourite breakfasts, sometimes two. (This admission is not sponsored in any way by McDonalds, 4Railroads, or McDMillionWinner.)
You know when you call me in the office and I don’t answer, and you think I’m screening. Well, I’m actually at a Starbucks with my trusty laptop sipping on a Grande Harvest Nut Mocha – no whip, no shaky-shaky things, or a Shaken Iced Tea Lemonade – black & unsweetened.
If you ask why I’m at a huge soul-sucking corporate coffee spot I will tell you it’s because the WIFI is reliable and provided by my buddies at Boldstreet. And it’s mostly true. But, really, they let me sit there working for hours and sometimes slip me a free beverage, just cuz.
And [deep breath] here’s the big one. Don’t you judge me!
My biggest dirty little food secret
I like chicken balls.
Yes, those chunks of “chicken bits” coated in deep-fried batter and slathered with that red gloop. At least once a month, I will sneak out and hit an all-you-can-eat cheap, Chinadian buffet over on Parliament Street. Or if things get desperate, grab myself a lunch special from one of those mall steam tables where the aforementioned red gloop practically glows and throbs in the fluorescent lights
(Though the absolute best ones are from a little Chinese takeout on Charlotte Street in Saint John.) I cover the chicken balls in red sauce, roll them in fried rice which sticks nicely to the red sauce, then I take a great big bite. YUM!
Lunch: way too many Lattes at Jet Fuel.
Oh, Lex. Lex, Lex, Lex…
Well, I’m not really in any position to point fingers, but what the hell – I’ll point, anyway!
🙂
Dude, even the most famous chefs and food writers have trashy food loves. I read somewhere recently that Nigel Slater loves Kraft macaroni & cheese.
(decloaking/delurking to say)
Mm, those chicken balls are an exception. they can’t really count as meat anyway. I’ll have to get some soon.
Recently, I was rushing to work without having eaten. What is worse, one asks … a professor feeling faint and with a growling tummy? Or a little dose of hydrongenated oils in the a.m.? I chose the latter, given that there is a McD’s across the road from my campus. This was my first exposure to the, er, food item, known as a “Sausage McGriddle”. It sounds disgusting … pancakes infused with maple syrup are the “bread” of the sandwich. The filling is scrambled (well, pre-formed, folded over) egg, sausage patty, cheese. I had no expectations of liking this.
I liked it. A lot.
So ashamed.
Venus I feel your pain. Now hand the syrup!
Pearl thanks for decloaking. I saw the KD post, but did you get your little golden balls of happiness yet?
June Yes, it’s true (and so it seems does Pearl. I certainly don’t think I’m better than they. But I committed to following the No One Cares What You Had For Lunch list… so I had to fess up something.
Von point away my friend, point away. I know your dirty little nachos secret.