It all started yesterday with a story in the news about a New York chef who combined the croissant with a doughnut and spawn the "Cronut." They are $5 each and people are lining up for HOURS to try and get one every morning. I am not going to describe it to you or show any photos. People are paying $40 a piece for them on craig's list. (Diabetes testing kit not included).
Yet, even the Cronut is not as warped as the next link I clicked in the story. It brought me to a discussion on ice cream bread. Seriously? People are taking Ben and Jerry's ice cream, mixing it with self rising flour, baking it and eating bread made from ice cream. To quote one person "It looks like a brownie and tastes like bread: it makes my head hurt." I think it would make my head spin a 360. The Jane I like to wear as me today is horrified for the future of the species. Surely I would never, ever eat such a thing. The addict within peaks out her head and scans the article voraciously while licking her lips in expectation. Alas, that is the war inside my head some days: the food-sober me knows better and the addict me doesn't care what I know. Today the addict was disappointed. The recipe and photos did not make me wish I could make, bake or eat . Just looking at it made me feel a little queasy.
There was another link that my itchy trigger finger clicked on that led me to a photo that activated my gag reflex: Cake nachos.
Even my inner-addict did not want to bite into this one. I got a sugar-headache just looking at the photo.
If I was into my disease today would I have found the photo tempting. God, I hope not. What's next? How much more can the sugar/savory barrier be breached before we are looking at cheesecake pizza and hot buffalo wing ice cream?
Could there be anything worse than that?