A New Tradition: Guilty Pleasure Sunday

Guilty Pleasure Sundays will very, very likely be a Once a Month Thing only.

So, no, this post will not be about anything sexual. Get your minds out of the gutter!

I am talking about junk food.

Yesterday was quite the long day at work for me...as in, thirteen hours of non-stop prepping and serving food to hungry college students. Sundays are my Saturdays, and a day that I try to cook as little as possible.

So the idea originally was to eat out somewhere decent for dinner, but then, my thirteen-year-old daughter and I came up with a brilliant idea...

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We originally were going to call it Junk Food for Dinner...but then Kirby came up with "Guilty Pleasure Sunday Dinner". Brilliant!

Understand that I don't normally condone junk food. If I can't or don't want to make it myself, then I try to stay away from it in the grocery stores. Which is why - I never usually would buy Little Smokies, plastic Easy Cheese, Ritz Crackers or microwave popcorn with Extra Butter. I would, however, make the pictured Vanilla Cupcakes with Raspberry Buttercream Frosting.

That, by the way, was Kirby and my's Sunday afternoon project. When I told the menfolk our dinner plans, they were so excited that they ran helter-skelter into the supermarket to pick up their favorite Food Mom/Wife Won't Let Us Have In The House.

Therefore,

Spencer: Easy Cheese and Crackers
Elliot: Extra Butter Microwave Popcorn
Brent: Little Smokies with BBQ Sauce

So..To Thine Own Self, Be Food, right? Especially today...when you just feel like eating processed crap with your family...for one meal on one day a month.

Tomorrow will be To Thine Own Self, Eat Less and Eat Simple Food.

Hoorah!

P.S.: I'm not gonna lie here. I secretly enjoyed the Squeezy Cheese and Little Smokies. But just not everyday.

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