I am fairly new to the “Guilty Pleasure” food world since I had just got out of a life-long relationship with diets. For a long while, I didn’t allow myself to be indulged in aesthetically pleasing foods. Instead, I obsessed over nutrition label and would stay away with any foods that either had chemical preservatives, ridiculous amount of sugar, or had an insane amount of “empty” calories where the more I consume, the hungrier I’d get.
Least to say, those foods are my guilty pleasure, here are my top 5:
I have yet to have met a pizza I did not like. I love just about any topping of pizza and to think it’s strange that I didn’t like pizza as a child but have grown to love pizza as an adult. I didn’t like pizza as a child was because of the horrible pizzas one can only get in China. I don’t know how they are now but back then, it was terrible. It was like trying to swallow a rubber tire while having the cheese stuck to the roof of your mouth.
Unfortunately, I have to say pizza is one of my top guilty pleasure foods. I can never get full on pizza. I can single-handedly devout a large pizza and still feel hungry.
I absolutely love hot cocoa. A cup of hot cocoa is my go-to solution when I’m feeling chilly on a winter day. It’s my go-to drink whenever it’s available. I remember when I went to the ski lodge last year, after riding the tram to the top of the mountain, I was seeking for nothing but a nice warm cup of hot cocoa.
Special Cakes and Pastries
One of my favorite parts of the office parties the company would throw before 2020 was the food. At the 2019 year-end party, there were tables lined with little plates of decadent cakes. Impulsively, I tried them all.
What can I say? Cakes are one of my guilty pleasures. I can’t help it even though I’d have to suffer the consequences – like a sugar rush and massive headache – afterward.
Mac n’ Cheese
Mac n’ Cheese is definitely one of my all-time go-to indulgence. The effect of Mac n’ Cheese, however, is the opposite of pizza. I can only eat a little at one time before feeling stuffed, which makes the dish more indulgent.
Finally, special sandwiches which is anything but a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It’s a grilled cheese. It’s a panini. It’s a croque monsieur (even though I’ve never had one). It’s a Welsh Rarebit (again, never had one). It’s two pieces of sourdough bread piled high with meat, cheese, eggs, and whatever else in the fridge.
I call that an indulgence because it takes a lot of time to make, at least in my opinion, which is something I don’t have. It’s also an indulgence because I would need to occupy my own kitchen which would probably result in my mom staring at me with a disgusting look like she had done so many times in the past when I’m trying to make my lunch.