My son enjoys watching a TLC TV series called “speed dating east london.”
I’ve never seen it but a quick look at its website reveals bizarre stories of a woman who drinks air freshners (yes, you read that correctly) and a guy who is addicted to looking like Justin Bieber.
My addiction is nowhere near as strange or unappetizing.
Nah, my addiction is to these monster cookies the size of a car steering wheel that are on sale the Jefferson Diner in Hopatong, N.J.
This place is right along my commute home from New York City, and with its bright neon-lit signs and gleaming chrome exterior, it calls to me practically every night.
“Come, stop in, and buy a cookie,” it whispers.
And there, on the counter, are three varieties of cookies: Chocolate chip, sprinkles and my new favorite, M&Ms.
I plunk down my $3.50 (worth every cent), carefully unwrap the cellophane covering, and snap one piece off at a time on my drive home as I happily listen to my podcasts.
It is a guilty pleasure and they are so yummy!
What are your guilty pleasures? What indulgences do you partake in? Do you have any strange obsessions?
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