I am not a soda drinker. My guilty pleasure(s) would never come from Sodalicious or Swig. While there were several times during Kendall’s illness that I was tempted to turn to some sort of highly caffeinated beverage to keep me going, especially during those exhausting daily drives to and from the hospital, I knew that if I started down that road it would be hard to stop. I certainly didn’t want to develop an addiction to soda on top of everything else. (Plus, I didn’t want to deal with the “rebound headaches” I would surely get from the caffeine.)
So what is my weakness then? Certainly chocolate deserves a mention, because….CHOCOLATE. But know what junk food (that I fully admit is disgusting and couldn’t even be considered “real food”) I can’t get enough of? Puffy Cheetos. And yes, they need to be the puffy kind (and no, “cheese balls” do not cut it, I actually think those are nasty), and please no weird Flamin’ Hot or (gag!) Cheetos Sweetos or any of those other wholly unnatural flavors, thank you. Plain old puffy Cheetos for me, every time.
Except it is VERY rare for me to actually buy something like that. Probably the only time I do is for our family New Year’s celebration, where we have the oh so amazing annual tradition of everyone getting to pick their own favorite “junk food” items (including any friends who come), basically all the types of things that Mom never buys. You know, so we can be sure to start off the New Year right by having stayed up too late and eating a bunch of indigestible food that leaves us feeling sick. It’s great.
No idea who left this bag of puffy Cheetos on my front porch on Monday (who even knew I liked them?), along with a beautiful poem. But oh, did it brighten my day and bring a smile to my face. (And don’t even ask, I will not disclose just how short the time was before I had eaten the entire bag – but know that they are definitely LONG gone by now.) So thank you to my mysterious “Cheetos Fairy.” You gave me a moment of cheer in what has been a very difficult, emotional week.
