Every now and then, on special occasions worth celebrating such as This Moment Right Now, I like to make something truly criminal for dinner, like this:
Take a nice soft cheese.
Sprinkle it with aged balsamic and fresh rosemary.
Cut off the top and stuff garlic gloves inside.
Bake in the oven.
Cheese for dinner … why not?
Do you have a guilty pleasure? What is it, and how often do you let yourself indulge?