I was recently at a workshop where the ice-breaking question was “What is your favourite snack?”. I said potato chips (or crisps, depending on which side of the Atlantic you’re on). I love my crisps. I scoff them down in an exuberant rush and feel happy. But they’re not exactly classy food.
In my fridge, I have a stash of high-qualify chocolate. I don’t snuffle them up like I do my crisps. I resort to them with restraint over time and savour each morsel.
In my computer, I have stashed a high-quality drama. I don’t marathon Flames of Ambition the way I can zip through a pleasant romcom. I watch it with restraint and savour each episode.