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As I begin to type this, I am haunted by an old comment—a comment from my xoJane days. I don’t remember what article the comment was on, but I remember the message: “Jesus Christ Claire, have some freaking self-respect.” It was a good comment, a comment that is as relevant today as it was then, for I have eaten the Taco Bell Rolled Chicken Tacos Bisque, and I have found it pleasing.
Things devolve after that, when the recipe asks you to betray not only your God but all of your basic survival instincts. The recipe does not ask “Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?” Instead it demands ““Wouldst thou like to live más?” With one simple sentence, the recipe demands you throw your kitchen (and very self) into turmoil. “Add the chopped Rolled Chicken Tacos,” it says, in an aggressively casual manner.
Did I feel betrayed by my own body? Yes, for my mouth was telling my brain I was enjoying the forbidden soup, and my brain had already decided I was going to hate it (based on visual and contextual clues). Instead of chucking the pot of questionably colored bisque into the trash, which was my original plan, I poured the leftovers into a soup container, and (dejectedly) put that container in the fridge.