Guilty Pleasures

Theoretically, I'm one of those hippie types who's all pro-natural, pro-organic, into locally grown sustainable agriculture, etc etc etc ad nauseum. If I had the budget for it, I would actually follow through on all that. Join the food co-op and whatnot. As it is, I do my best to avoid overly processed items ("PROCESSED CHEESE PRODUCT" IS NOT "FOOD," I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYONE SAYS. EW.). But I still have a few guilty pleasures. Oreos for one. Brown Sugar Cinnamon Pop-Tarts for another. And god help me, Cadbury Creme Eggs. I have no idea what that delicious gold-and-white filling is. And I don't care. I need it for to live. It is pretty much the only reason I even notice Easter anymore -- when those things start hitting the shelves, I'm in trouble. And here's the really bad part: Cadbury, being a British company (I believe?), has way more variety and availability in Ireland. Creme eggs are not seasonal there. They are found anywhere, anytime. I was there for four months, and I pretty much ate one every other day. No wonder I gained fifteen pounds there. Well, that and the Guinness...