Real Talk

I've never been an eater of crackers. My grandfather, he was a cracker connoisseur. According to him saltines should only ever be Zesta and oyster crackers were one of God's gifts.

But I would always rather have a potato chip. Doritos. Funyuns. Salt and Vinegar kettle chips, bbq Fritos. Yum. Yum. Yum.

I bought a bunch of Goldfish last week as a 10 item filler for a Kroger deal because my brother loves cheese crackers. One of the bags were these pretzel mix up things. They're lightly dusted with fake cheese and 43 of them are 140 calories. They aren't organic. They're full of things I can't really pronounce.

And yet, I'm obsessed with them.

And full of shame about it too.