Guilty pleasure

I have a confession to make. Every once in a while on my way to work I stop and get "breakfast" from QuikTrip. Contrary to all of my food values, I don't know what it's really made of, or where it came from, or how it was "raised," "grown" or processed. But in my early morning stomach growling state sometimes on the commute to work, by the time I get to Liberty I have talked myself into stopping for my guilty pleasure of a reheated sausage & egg biscuit wrapped in paper. On a really bad day I add a chorizo burrito to my order.

And then I regret it for a couple hours after I scarf it down...