If you've gotten bored discussing Rachael Ray, how about Robert the Single One's guilty pleasures idea? I don't think it counts if you, say, enjoy a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup more than you should when you're given one, but you don't actively seek them out. It has to be something you crave fairly regularly and indulge in but know you're bad, bad, bad for giving in. People might think less of you if they knew. (If you have a better definition, feel free to post.)
I suppose in the interest of full disclosure I should present mine. I don't think it will surprise faithful readers of this blog that it's animal fat. Lovely butter, of course. Then...
...there's the crispy fat on the edges of steaks and chops, crisp duck skin with its edge of fat (but not too much), just the right amount of fat on a sparerib, and so on. Bad Elizabeth. This totally disgusts my daughter and husband, who carefully trim their meat.
The only reason I'm not dead of a heart attack is that I enjoy, and therefore eat, so many entrees that involve lean meat or no meat at all.
Remember, you can use a nom de plume for your nom de plume if you don't want to sully the one you usually post under.
Note the butter that steak is sizzling in.
(Photo courtesy of RuthsChris.com)