Monday, May 16, 2011
From all of the pomp and circumstance here at Blackened Out Abstractors and Hunting Lodge, you readers may get the impressions that all of our meals consist of luxurious fare such as guanciale from hand-fed Mangalista pigs, risotto covered with an avalanche of truffles flown over from Alba, and wines made from grapes crushed by Robert Peyton. But in reality, even though we love veggies from the Hollygrover market and organic beef raised by Justin Pitts, sometimes a guy just wants to eat a big bowl of velveeta shells and cheese.
We all have our own guilty pleasures when it comes to foods that we would might other be embarrassed to admit our undying love for if it were not for the fact that they taste so damn good. Take, for example, Exhibit A above. If a person's choice of birthday cake speaks volumes of his or her personal taste, then what does it say about me when The Folk Singer knows that all I want is a cookie cake covered with enough frosting to keep an entire class of kindergartners on a Charlie Sheenesque sugar high for 3 days straight. (Winning.) Sweets are a hot target for guilty pleasures, and even professionals will admit that they easily succumb to their temptations. I once asked a well known pasty chef if he ever got tired of preparing and eating macaroons and valrhona chocolates, and after glancing around to make sure that no one else was listening he said: "I keep a box of Little Debbie Swiss Rolls in the back of the fridge at all times."
But guilty pleasures of the savory variety are not to be overlooked. Anthony Bourdain often jokes about his love for mac and cheese from KFC, and how he dons a hooded sweatshirt in Colonel Sanders' kitchen in order to protect his identity. While no respecting New Orleanian would ever forsake Popeye's for the secret blend of 11 herbs and spices, I will admit that I have made a run for the border on countless late night adventures for Mexican Pizzas and Double Decker Taco Supremes. Though in recent times, the allure of Krystal Burger has sucked us in during a few walks home from the Quarter.
So bad, yet they taste so good. Let us know about your own guilty pleasures in today's comments. There will be no judging.