OK, it’s all Amy’s fault. She has single-handledly managed to get us food bloggers doing mass confessionals to get our deep-seated food-focused secrets off our chest.
I have Velveeta in my pantry.
Not only do I have Velveeta in my pantry, I have Cheez Whiz too.
Not only do I have Velveeta and Cheez Whiz in my pantry, I use them.
In high school, I used to eat Campbells’ Cream of Mushroom Soup straight from the can.
In an effort to redeem my foodie-worthiness against the aforementioned Velveeta and Cheez Whiz, I have an entire shelf in a cabinet devoted to just different salts and peppers.
I do not own a rolling pin, bread machine, or for that matter, a pasta maker.
I love, love, love, triple love, my red Kitchen Aid mixer and my dishwasher.
I love foodie field trips, thinking nothing of driving an hour just to get a great selection of Indian spices.
I love lobster, but if I order it whole in a restaurant, The Husband has to take it apart for me, because I can’t bring myself to look at the eyes and face.
The Husband hates when I order whole lobsters in a restaurant. See above.
I find it really hard to take apart a rotisserie chicken, and The Husband usually has to save me and do it. I could so be a vegetarian if I put my mind to it.
I don’t sift flour when a recipe calls for it.
When a recipe instructs you to mix wet ingredients separately from dry ingredients, I skip all that frivolity and just put it all in one bowl with reckless abandon (and no ill effects, I might add!).
I can’t bring myself to drink hot drinks and my Mom is continually amazed that at age 35, I have yet to have coffee or tea.
If I am really, really, really, really cold and succumb to drinking hot chocolate, I do it with a straw squeezed tightly so it comes up to my mouth r-e-a-l-l-y slowly and in small doses.
I like The Husband’s Cuban Black Beans better than The Sister-in-Law’s (hope I don’t get in trouble for that one!).
I have had a citrus juicer for about a year now, and it’s still in its box.
I have had a butter crock for about 8 months now, and it’s still in its box.
I swear I needed the above two items and will be opening the boxes any day now.
I have over 1000 cookbooks, and still counting!
I believe one can never have too many spatulas.
I love 7-11 Coke-flavored Slurpees and The Husband surprises me with them occasionally. Oh how I love The Husband, let me count the ways…
I realize that this list could go on forever … geesh, I’ve been harboring a lot! I’ll end tonight with just one more:
There are two commercial food products that I try really hard not to buy, because I have no self-control if they’re in the house (you’ll have to tune in tomorrow to find out what those two items are)… in the meantime, it’s your turn. The Confessional is open. What are your confessions?
P.S. For those looking for the Pumpkin French Toast Recipe and/or the Swedish Pancakes recipe, they’re available on the sidebar now. :)