Sometimes, I just don't feel like being a chowhound.
Below is a list offenses:
-In the summer, I like frozen cold Corona beer.
-Sometimes, I don't share my entree' with my wife.
-I ate McDonalds for lunch the last day I was in Rome.
-I eat when I'm not hungry (that could go either way)
-I served Champagne in plastic cups at a party.
Any other confessions?