The sandwiches at the Kellogg cafe come with a choice of homemade chips or an apple. Perhaps reflecting an overdose during my summers picking fruit in the Okanagon valley, the apple typically ends up sitting un-eaten. 

There are better and worse home-made potato chips, but even the worst of them push many of my buttons. It thus marks a true culinary achievement that when I choose the chips, I typically eat a couple of them, and then throw the rest away. And, it turns out, I derive a lot of pleasure from this! It makes me feel all self-controlly and healthy.

Given a choice between not eating something you will feel guilty about, and not eating something that suffuses you with a feeling of virtue, I strongly recommend the second.

I am atingle to think what I shall non-consume next.