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Now Doritos, for example, you would think would be a treat. But no. Doritos are medication, and a necessity in times of crisis. In fact I measure the crisis by whether or not it warrants, or results in, a bag of Doritos...Small bag, bad, but not so serious. Large bag - that's an 8 on the Dorito Richter scale. Things are crumbling.
But back to brussels sprouts. I like brussels sprouts. After they have roasted with a little olive oil in a hot oven they become sweet and nutty.
And half and half? I know that it is a treat for the cat, whose absorbed expression as he concentrates on lapping it up makes me happy. And I know that I will sneak a slosh of it into my weekend coffee. I enjoy that bowl or cup of coffee so much anyway that it's hard to imagine the extra frisson the creaminess will give it. So yes, a treat.
Organic butter. A treat because I feel so self satisfied about it. And because it will melt on the fresh-from-the-pan flapjack next morning, along with the coffee in bed, with a book.
The Finn Crisps are a treat even though I have a constant supply of them. They are so crisp. And a new box means I will not have to worry about having two extra with butter and cucumber, or chicken liver pate, or cheese, or red pepper paste and a drink in the early evening, because there will be plenty left.
And the orzo. A $2 treat because of its delicious cooked texture: slippery, soft, but not too soft, somehow like decadent rice, not bought with a plan, but to be kept for when there is no plan.
The cheese. More in the traditional mould of what treat may mean. Uber fat content. Sheeps' milk which seems creamier. $5 less than Robiola Due Latte. And still not exactly cheap at $10, so the treat comes in the price tag, too, but with the satisfaction of having a comparable mouthfeel for so much less...
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As far as I am concerned, the treat list could have stopped after the butter. ;-)
ReplyDeleteEverything from Stinky Brooklyn is a treat to me. They're the best! I also consider any freshly baked loaf of bread an extravagant treat.
ReplyDeleteBrussel Sprouts are treats... I posted some a few days ago as well actually :) I picked out a lovely bunch at the Grand Army Plaza farmer's market.
ReplyDeleteBeence, how about a buttered brussels' sprout. Brussel Sprout..erk, confusion: anyway, you can do it!
ReplyDeleteAnn - Ooh, yes, real bread. Yum.
Vanessa - Estorbo is going to fall in love with your kitty.