I have a love hate relationship with "Flamin' Hot Cheetos." The
hate part started back in 7th grade. I had a crush on a boy and was
trying desperately to flirt. He let me have one of his hot cheetos and
it was exactly as advertised. I said, "You owe me big time!" When he
asked what for, I responded, "For burning up my mouth!" While I didn't
realize it, taken out of context
(which kids will find any excuse to do), that was not the classiest
remark for me to make. I was so humiliated.
Fast forward 17 years. I am sitting at P/T conferences, bored
silly. I have had a lot of dead time today. I have also been quite
starving, so I took a rare trip to the vending machine for a snack
during my designated 15 minutes break. I am trying to not fall flat on
my face for our family fitness challenge, so I tried to find the
healthiest options. Welch's fruit snacks made the cut, but the machine
ate my $1.25 and didn't give me my product. I was livid. I hit it with
my side, then saw the sign indicating the machines are under 24 hour
survellience. I pictured myself trying to explain my behavior to the
principal and felt a little sheepish. I then saw the sign that said
there would be no refunds for lost money. WHAT?! I felt so incredibly
wronged. $1.25 is not chump change in my book, especially when I paid in
quarters (which I need to save for the parking meters at
the U). Hmph.
But I digress.
I then saw baked Cheetos. Baked is code for "I'm still a fattening and unhealthy product but I'm slightly better than the original and titled to make people feel better about their unwise eating choices." Yet, sadly, it does alleviate guilt. I got my cheetos and headed back to my classroom. When I looked more closely at the bag, however, I saw they were the flamin' hot kind. Nooooo! Well, I was starving, short on change, and short on patience. So, I opened the bag and dug right in.
I then saw baked Cheetos. Baked is code for "I'm still a fattening and unhealthy product but I'm slightly better than the original and titled to make people feel better about their unwise eating choices." Yet, sadly, it does alleviate guilt. I got my cheetos and headed back to my classroom. When I looked more closely at the bag, however, I saw they were the flamin' hot kind. Nooooo! Well, I was starving, short on change, and short on patience. So, I opened the bag and dug right in.
Seriously, the love/hate thing continued with every bite.
I love these!
No, this is MURDEROUS on the taste buds.
Wait, what a great after taste.
Hurry, I need water!
Okay, I kind of want another one.
Why did I eat a whole bag of these?
Wait, because they drive me desperately crazy!!!!!
Weird.