Daily Prompt: Hate to Love
Tell us about a guilty pleasure that you hate to love.
The daily prompt is a daily challenge, for me. Over a decade or so ago I would have had to choose from a small list. These days I have indulgences that I try not to overdo, but no guilty pleasures. You won’t find me eating tiramisu, with the blinds closed, unless it’s that time of the day when they should be closed. You won’t find me sneaking out to Starbucks, at 2am for a triple shot espresso, unless I’m heading to the airport to catch an early flight, and being awake long enough to make it onto the plane is required.
So instead I’ll tell you about my indulgences, after all it’s not like someone in the world hasn’t seen me buy these items. Besides most of my friends know about them, so no state secrets here. First of all, I love cheesecake with blueberries or cherries on top. This has been a life long indulgence, luckily I haven’t repeated what I did as a teenager. One Saturday morning, I had things to do around the house, so I didn’t go shopping with my parents, deciding to clean up my to do list. Mom had just made a 8″x8″ New York style cheesecake with cherries on top, and it was in the dining room. She said to have some if I felt peckish, which to a growing teenage boy is a constant occurence. My parents got home about 1pm and dad decided to have some cheesecake for dessert as they had stopped for lunch on the way home. He went into the dining room, then called out to my mom, where’s the cheesecake again? She replied in the dining room, as I entered the kitchen from the hallway, to ask what there was I could make lunch with. As I finished saying this dad entered the kitchen, holding the cheesecake, well more accurately the pan with a few graham wafer crumbs left at the bottom. Mom looked at the pan, looked at me, then looked at dad, who had started to laugh at that point. Mom said something along the lines, of I can’t believe you ate the whole thing, to which dad added, I can’t believe your still hungry. I tried to explain my way out of, it by saying I had just munched as I was doing stuff, which caused my dad to shake his head and say I’m glad I’m a chef who can get food at wholesale prices or you would eat us out of house and home.
My other indulgence is to go out once a month for tiramisu and a fancy coffee with friends, or to a place in Vancouver that makes the best fresh cinnamon buns in the world. I’ll give you a hint, it’s on 4th avenue west, the exact location is up to you to find. Afterall you must really want to try these cinnamon buns enough, that you will make a little effort.
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