My Sacred Sin

The phrase "sacred sin" is one that I just learned recently. To have a sacred sin means to have something that although not necessarily immoral or sinful is something that is not necessarily the best for you. The Sacred sin is valuable to you and important for your self-indulgent well-being. For example, perhaps your sacred sin is consuming a pint of Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey Ice cream in one sitting. Maybe you are enamored with Soap Operas. Today I am going to confess my sacred sin. Lunch meat. You read it. Lunch Meat.
My husband thinks that this is one of the strangest things about me. Everyone at one time or another has eaten lunch meat and many have enjoyed it. Some consume it on a regular basis and it is a part of their lives. I LOVE hot dogs and Baloney. I mean, really love them to the extent that if we have them in the house that is all I will eat for each meal (yes, that's 3 meals a day) until they are gone. Coupled with Mayo and Cheeze Whiz, these hot dogs and fried Baloney sandwiches consume my thoughts between meals until I really do become a little consumed.
I don't know why this is. I grew up on a farm where we raised Beef Cattle. We had steak often and the best and freshest Organic beef. Hot Dogs and Baloney were an infrequent commodity in my home. Every one of my siblings has their own special way of preparing Fried Baloney sandwiches. We have the butter and ketchup crowd, the Cheeze Whiz as thick as the baloney and bread crowd. We have the mustard and butter crowd and me, the Miracle Whip and mustard on one side Cheeze Whiz on the other baloney sliced thick crowd. Oh, and it has to be cut in quarters and I eat the pieces beginning in the bottom right hand corner then right top then left bottom then right top order.
There, there's my world of crazy. I love hot dogs and baloney, my husband thinks I'm weird for it, and it is my favorite bad for me indulgence.
P. S. I'm eating cut up hot dogs on salad right now. Don't judge until you've tried.