My latest vice:

An Italian bakery tucked away on a side street near my house, that's been open since 1950.

Their foccaccia is divine, and sometimes they have day-old coffee cakes for half-off.

The first time I was in there, too, I got a zeppole, since it was close to St. Joseph's Day... The bakery has odd hours, but someone put up on Facebook that they had been there, so it put the thought in my head to head up there one afternoon on a day when I was working from home, so I went up there and got a zeppole to go with my afternoon coffee.

I need to limit myself, otherwise I'll be in there a lot getting stuff and then carb- and sugar-loading and packing on the pounds.