When I was a kid I knew that I could get Red Hot candies from under the kitchen towels. Sister MD and I both ate them. We knew not to finish a bag and we knew not to open a new bag, but a small handful of candies were never missed. I think we told our mom about this sometime after we were out of the house. She'd never known.
I'm not a cinnamon person. I'm mostly a buttery caramel person, but I'm incapable of keeping anything like that around. It wouldn't last long enough to bother hiding. Although I have kept sticky buns hidden in the back of the freezer. And Girl Scout Trefoil cookies. But I think that's all. Unless I truly forget they're there, (which has happened) they never last long. But occasionally, I need chocolate. I can stop after just a tiny bit of good chocolate without getting hooked into eating it all. So I keep it around. A bag of Dove dark chocolates hides behind the tea boxes in the tiny can't-get-your-hand-in-it-well cabinet. Or at least they've hidden there for nine years.
Yesterday a very helpful Pook was putting away some clean dishes. I had him put my travel mug up with the tea. Oops. "There's chocolate in here." He stated it very calmly and I decided to not respond. He didn't say anything more. But now I have to decide. Can he handle the knowledge that I have a secret-ish stash of chocolate and not eat any noticeable quantity? And not tell his brother? (Bug has more of a sweet tooth. I wouldn't trust him with my chocolate for a moment!) This morning I impulsively moved it to the top of the pantry, by the booze. But I think I'll put it back. I should wait to see if anything happens before I hide it away. Plus, the cabinet is more convenient for chocolate emergencies.