I love trying new things and, intersectingly, I love novelty food. And there’s a combination KFC/Taco Bell near work and about once a month I’ll get weak at work and head over there for lunch and I’ll myself that I’m going to try the new novelty food of the month that Taco Bell has produced. The Sriracha Quesarito, say. And I get there and the big poster illustrating the food, the curated, managed gorgeous food photo that is supposed to show off how tasty this thing is going to be, looks sooooo gross and I can’t bring myself to order it and I get two chicken chalupas instead and then go back to my desk and feel sad, in my stomach and my brain, for the rest of the day.

Yummmmmm!