Left to my own devices, I eat poorly.
The first thing to go are the vegetables. Then water. Then the white bread makes its dazzling reappearance.
And pretty soon I’m eating frozen mini-pizzas, Wagon Wheels, and Smokey Bacon Lays, and washing the whole catastrophe down with cream soda.
And when my favorite poisons aren’t available, I improvise.
Maple syrup on crackers. Peanut butter and fried bologna wraps. Alpha Bits in chocolate milk.
My excellent sister Sherri, in a fit of White Trash Gourmet hunger, created the Cheese Salad Sandwich (Think Egg Salad, but with full fat cheddar cheese, instead. Shredded cheese, mayo, between two slices of buttered bread. Mmm hmm, we ate that.).
Between she and I, I thought we had a pretty good grasp on trashy food.
But then, Sherri sent me a link to “This Is Why You’re Fat.”
Oh. Mah. God.
Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present,
The Big Mac Chicken with Cheese
The Bacon Wrapped Meatloaf with a Layer of Mac n Cheese
And, what may be the pinnacle of existence,
Candied Bacon Ice Cream
Sadly, they don’t include recipes.
That’s probably for the best.
(Images from This is why you’re fat.)