The Eighth Deadly Sin...
Why write about cheezies you ask? Because they are ruining my life, that's why.
OK, not really. Yet, despite all I know about healthy eating and the "cancer-fighting diet," despite juicing, growing my own wheatgrass, and tolerating inhuman amounts of tumour-shrinking tumeric, I still succumb to binges of this little orange snack crack.
Even the mere suggestion, let alone catching a glimpse of the ol' Hawkin's bag will send me jonesing like a junkie. Why this particular food, I'm not sure, and I sense addiction to this cornmeal crap could become pandemic.
You might think you don't like cheezies, but then someone, somewhere, will open a bag and offer you one. Later you'll find yourself desperate for a fix, orange-fingered and swearing like a trucker at the defenseless carrots in your refrigerator.
Or maybe that's just me.