Nasty Nachos

Like the drunken girl at the bar or rude passenger on the plane, people are often mentally blacklisted in our minds, the same rule applies (or should) to food.

That’s right ladies and gents, not all food taste great, and not all food gives us a journey (except to the loo) but of course, you already knew that.

The other night I had Nachos, again. Why I keep going back, is a question that is as puzzling and difficult to answer as sitting through the Directors Cut editions of Lord of the Rings.

In all their so called cheesy (and greasy) goodness my stomach screamed enough while my mind saw a full plate, one that did not want to disappoint the cook.

Chips layered with salsa, sour cream and cheap cheese all melted together in the microwave that while hot and just melted, isn’t as crash hot for the old stomach muscles that sooner or later regret it at both ends, the attic and the basement, catch my drift?

Food like this is often the bad boy we all desire having a relationship, or porking for quite some time with, we endlessly endeavour  and continue to go back to it, believing next time, it will taste better, that things, they will be different but alas, they do not.

And like with all bad boys, food like this is not there to pull your hair back when you throw up from it. 

Good food never lets the eater get sick. Most of the time anyway.

So when it comes to blacklisting foods, don’t get me started on takeaway, however such a list should have regulations, I mean, to deprive oneself of these foods makes you want them more, in the same way as you ill want hot, nasty sex some time or another.

It’s inevitable to desire what isn’t necessarily good for you but the blacklist doesn’t ban, it doesn’t recommend to eat all the time or when you don’t need it.

In the same way that a people blacklist works, someday you might hate them, and other days, you won’t