Trigger Foods
Trigger foods. We all have them. For some it may be chips, others chocolate. For me, I have a couple. A big one is, believe it or not, hot dogs. I will eat them until the entire package is gone. I do the same thing with bologna. I think it must be the salt. But I'm not really sure what it is. Maybe I associate pleasant childhood memories with them. Hot dogs are typically a cookout food. Maybe they remind me of times when my family was almost functional.
Once I get started, though, the hot dogs are like a drug. The taste. The texture. The smell. The softness of the bun. The chewiness. The taste of the ketchup. Sometimes I eat chili dogs—and that's a big one, too. Chili dogs with cole slaw. Here's a thought: they were a favorite of my Dad's.
Oh my God. I'm having a revelation right now, and I didn't plan it. My Dad = chili dogs. My Mom = ice cream. My two biggest trigger foods. Holy Crap. I gotta go think about this.
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