I first realized I had a problem in the second grade. Once during my brief stint at a backwoods Christian school, I began eating the dessert out of my lunch and the entire class piped up Flanders kids-style, "She ate her goodie first!" I was humiliated (and promptly went back to public school).
Now, I’m resigned to unhealthy fixations with chain restaurants, unnaturally colored edibles, marriage proposals involving food and everything Southeast Asian. Sometimes I cook. Sometimes I eat out. And then I write about it, same as I’ve done since the dawn of this millennium. No, I’m not breaking news, attempting viral videos, objectively reviewing or reporting trends—there’s already plenty of that to go around (just like food blogging in general). Oversaturated or not, this oldie but a goodie isn’t ready to throw in the kitchen towel yet.
I’ve come to terms with my goodie-loving ways, and it's obvious that I'm a glutton for more than just punishment. The thing is, I don’t live life goodies first at all, but I’m trying my best to embrace this misguided carpe diem one blog post at a time.