Camille photographed the wedding of our cousin Jessica to Alan on Saturday and I stood in as her assistant. (My main duties were basically shading her lens and holding the bouquet and saying things like, "Ooh, that's a good shot," and "Nice." My services are available to all photographers, but I don't come cheap.) Those two love birds were professionals. It's like they take wedding pictures every single day. Or have read Modelland cover to cover. They were relaxed and funny and made the job super easy. The whole day was actually quite lovely. Partly because on the way home from the temple we had decided we needed Slurpees and thought we'd do a proper gas station lunch:
Slurpees, nachos and a candy bar. The perfect meal, right? While not technically a food (and I'm not ever sure it could even be considered a fake food), nacho cheese is my guilty pleasure. It's creamy and cheesy and orange, three things I love! And my Slurpee was the perfect mixture of Pina Colada, Cherry Orange, and Citrus Blast. That is some fine dining, my friend.
What is your guilty pleasure food (real or fake)?
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Any kind of cheese that is that unnatural orange color and oddly pourable like no cheese that exists in its natural state is irresistable to me and there is a slight danger of my eyes rolling back in my head while I eat it. I'm pretty sure that one of the manufacturing ingredients is crack.
It is my one weakness (with a nod to Dorcas Lane though I could only wish to be as cool as her).
Oh Nacho cheese how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I think that has to be my guilty pleasure. The thought of a large pot of warm nacho cheese and a bag of tortilla chips just makes me happy.
I hardly ever feel guilty about food, so I'm having a hard time nailing down my favorite guilty pleasure food. I love processed cheese product. But I think cinnabons are my guilty pleasure. I always feel like puking after I've eaten a big one, but it doesn't stop me from getting one when I walk past it at the mall.
Potato chips. I know they're going to kill me. I would, literally, be better of eating snickers bars, but I love them. I loooooooove them. There's a brand, Wise, that I think is specific to the east coast, that has this honey bbq . . . I could go on and on.
Well first I honest-to-cow read the sentence as "my main duties were basically shaving her legs", and after I stopped laughing/coughing I realized I was really craving key lime pie. Which no one sells anymore, and that is my current crisis.
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