If you are a returning reader you probably know about plantain crack. That is, these little snack bags of spicy plantain chips under the brand name Fat Cats. Well, for the past x number of months I've had a bag of these pretty much every day. They're THAT good. And addictive!
Occasionally, I'll be naughty and consume TWO bags in one day; it's happened maybe 2-3 times within the past month. Now, while I could certainly be consuming something far worse, but I really feel a bit like a hopeless crack addict when this happens. It happened again today, when I wasn't even hungry. I was in the kitchen and the thought of these delicious chips popped into my head (I was standing near the shelf where I store the grocery bag of them in quantity). Once that happens, there's no hope. I'm eating those fuckers and enjoying every bit of it.
I hopelessly watched my hands grab the LAST BAG. Then I felt myself walk over to the drawer to get the scissors and slice the top seam off. I was on frigging auto-pilot, man. It was at that moment that I decided that this was the last bag I'm going to eat and we're not going to buy any more, DAMMIT!!
This last bag was devoured hours ago and I feel afraid. Afraid of what I'll eat for breakfast at work if I'm not devouring a bag of these chips like usual. Wow.