Guilty pleasures

If some of London's best chefs can covet things like McDonald's Fillet O'Fish, mayonnaise, or chocolate bars, then I feel much better about my own guilty foody pleasures.

Which I am about to confess, thanks to Polly whose regular blog confessions have inspired many of us to get in touch with our innner Catholic.

So I confess that I am mad about Haribo jelly bears. And not just bears, but jelly bunnies (Easter edition), jelly cheeries, jelly frogs, tropical fruits, sport mix and all the rest. It doesn't even have to be Haribo but they usually have the widest choice.

(Photo by Flickr user Stefan)

I know what they are made of (bones, tissue and sometimes intestines of domestic animals--usually cows and pigs) but I can't help it. I loved them as a kid, like most kids do, except that I never outgrew it. I know they are awful, from the health point of view, and they make me really
nauseated sometimes (after I've gulped down a whole pack by myself, uhmm...). Naturally, I don't allow my own kids to eat them except on very rare occasions (so that it doesn't become a craved forbidden fruit).

And since I don't want to give a bad example either, I keep random packs in my jackets, or
hidden in the storage room. If you see me going in and out of the storage room for no apparent reason (like, I'm not taking anything in or out), you know what I'm up to.

I also have to admit that I have a soft spot for Nutella. There was a time in my life when I subsisted primarily on jars of Nutella. Some people eat it on bread or pancakes (you can even have it on pizza) but I used to just eat it with a spoon until I could summon some willpower to stop (usually about half way through the jar). Fortunately I got pregnant and Nutella lost its appeal in favor of regular food, so we stopped buying it. Nowadays I get it sometimes on the pretext that we need it for pancakes. Then we use about one tenth of it to spread over crepes and the rest... well, I don't need to tell you.

(Photo by Flickr user l-i-n-k.)

Now I'm curious to hear what other people can't resist and then feel guilty about. Confession time!