Snack Attack: How to Hide Your Shame in a Bag of Pork Rinds
Ah, the snack attack—a phenomenon as old as time itself, or at least as old as Netflix binges and “just one more episode” promises. It strikes without warning, leaving you rummaging through your kitchen, desperately seeking something—anything—to quell the beast. And there, nestled between a stale box of crackers and that weird health drink your…