My husband is a good cook. He tends to cook healthy food with a capital H, so sometimes it isn't POPULAR food, but it is good food. Anyway, one of his most appreciated and skillfull dishes is called heroin wings. They have that name because they are so good, you become addicted and want more, more, more.
The other day, our youngest (almost 13) woke up to smell these wings baking in the oven--a truly delicious smell, I guarantee you. He took one sniff and then stated one of his best lines ever: "Ah! The sweet smell of heroin in the morning!"
Child Protective Services hopefully missed that one.