And this is what my addiction to Cheez-Its does to me.
Ah Cheez-Its. I know I should be opting for a more relevant food post. Something about today’s bento perhaps. Or one of the restaurant reviews I have on hold. But as I was looking for pictures for today’s entry, I unearthed this instead.
The photo / illustration was done a few months ago, for fun, but even then I knew I wanted to share it with fellow foodies who I’m sure would understand the need to surround oneself with yummy, nostalgic, albeit unhealthy snackables.
And I still remember that moment when these photo concepts were born.
One evening, as we were driving home after grocery shopping, my mom started making suggestions about what we could whip up for dinner. My response was immediate. I raised the box of Cheez-Its that I made sure to save from the groceries in the trunk and proclaimed it dinner.
‘Course, my mom went, “It’s bad!”
To which I replied, “No!” I then promptly hugged the box protectively and admonished her, “Don’t let it hear you call it bad! You’ll ruin its self-esteem! You’ll hurt its feelings!”
I love Cheez-Its. THAAAAT much.
So much that I’m ready to face carb and sodium hell, just to get a few nibbles of that cheesy, crispy, salty, and addictive treat.
What’s your evil snacking pleasure? Think it can top a box of Cheez-Its?
(Btw, if you remember watching that old commercial that the photos are parodying–haha! You’re as old as I am :P)