Fess up?!? Really? I have to? Okay, as long as you promise not to tell anyone.
I will tell you my dirty little secrets, my foodie failings and my indie indiscretions:
- 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 anyway 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!
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. (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.