I bought a bag of Maui onion kettle chips on my last grocery trip and am making alarming progress on it. Last night I was chowing down before dinner, unwilling or unable to stop, and thought of Edmund and the Turkish Delight in The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe:
“…this was enchanted Turkish Delight and that anyone who had once tasted it would want more and more of it, and would even, if they were allowed, go on eating it till they killed themselves.
[…] Edmund was already feeling uncomfortable from having eaten too many sweets…But he still wanted to taste that Turkish Delight more than he wanted anything else.”
I think the moral here is don’t buy the bag in the first place.