Friday, February 06, 2004
Comfort food
I had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day yesterday (nods to Alexander…oh, and the author). So I did what I always do: I hunkered down with a tall glass of milk and about 6 Double Stuff Oreos. And I watched basketball.
I had a bit of an Oreo problem for a while—I managed to eat about a package a week. For a long time, though, I’ve only bought them when they’re on sale (really, $4 for Oreos is way too much, anyway). Yesterday was the first time in many moons that I had to have them—there was just no two ways about it. Nothing could soothe me the way the Oreo could.
I know they’re terrible for me. They have really bad things in them like trans fat. I know people look askance at me when I admit to purchasing them. Eating them. Loving them. Depending on them when times are rough.
And if that makes me a lesser person, somehow, then so be it.
I had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day yesterday (nods to Alexander…oh, and the author). So I did what I always do: I hunkered down with a tall glass of milk and about 6 Double Stuff Oreos. And I watched basketball.
I had a bit of an Oreo problem for a while—I managed to eat about a package a week. For a long time, though, I’ve only bought them when they’re on sale (really, $4 for Oreos is way too much, anyway). Yesterday was the first time in many moons that I had to have them—there was just no two ways about it. Nothing could soothe me the way the Oreo could.
I know they’re terrible for me. They have really bad things in them like trans fat. I know people look askance at me when I admit to purchasing them. Eating them. Loving them. Depending on them when times are rough.
And if that makes me a lesser person, somehow, then so be it.
