confessions

i have a confession to make.

sometimes, when i got to potlucks and someone has brought kentucky fried chicken i get excited.

i would never actually go to kfc on my own. there is too much guilt wrapped up in that food, that food that is raised so cruely and is so bloody terrible for you and greasy and by all rights should be horrible and gross.

but my confession is that sometimes, just sometimes mind you, kfc hits the spot. if i can snag a small chicken breast from the pot luck table i will delight in this guilty pleasure.

now, for some of you this may be really odd, who would care whether or not i like kfc, but you see, i'm a foodie. i'm supposed to like high quality fancy shmancy stuff. kfc has none of those attributes, but still i like it.