I heard today on the radio a question - what do people do on vacation that they rarely do at home?
The answer was - order dessert in a restaurant.
What? Are you kidding me? Dessert is the best bit, just like a gift shop is in a museum.
These must be the same people who go to Panera bread and when offered the bread, chips or apple, they brightly say apple. Really? An apple? In the place that has bread in its name and dough that boasts miracles, you order the apple.
If you know me, you know that I have an incredible relationship with food. We either love and glorify in one another, fear and ignore one another, insult and delight one another, all on the same day - or I should say all just after breakfast. We have broken up many times. My friends have held me as I've cried, declaring that we are never, ever getting back together. Then gradually the special offers begin and the flattery coupons are shared and I hear myself say - This time McDonalds will treat me differently. I will have the salad instead of cheese burger with large, large fries and has anyone tried their cookies - ooohhhhhh and I'm off!
Which in truth is my fix. Sugar. Like Mary Poppins says, a spoonful of sugar helps everything go down, apart from my weight. I do not have a sweet tooth - I have a mouth of them. I emigrated because America created the word cookie. I have considered changing my name to cookie, just to enjoy people telling me that it suits me.
Christmas is fantastic. It is my favorite season for buying sweet treats with the public declaration that these will be a gift. Most of the time, I'm not making that up. My intention is to wrap that box of chocolates, and some times I do and sometimes I get as far as December 20th and then the wrapping is ripped off and the devouring begins.
This year I decided not to buy boxes of chocolates as gifts, then I found mini boxes which would work well as stocking fillers. Yep, they were gone within a week. A very dear friend, who remains in the chocolate witness protective program, told me that she just ate two of the five small boxes she had bought, I admitted with pride, followed by shame, that I had enjoyed all eight of mine. She was also the same dear friend who talked me out of eating a box of fudge that I had in my car, while I sat in a traffic jam. I and the fudge survived and was successfully given as a gift. I'm glad you enjoyed it Kay as that was a tough one and I swear road lack of fudge rage occurred on I 95 North that day.
Tis' the season and I am lucky enough to be able to indulge and enjoy. It's just for Christmas, not like salad, that's for life right?
And to conclude here is my favorite Christmas song.
All together now..................
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Twelve Caramel Nut Clusters
Eleven Cookies with Piping
Ten Sea Salt Caramels
Nine Jellied Candies
Eight Truffels - milk chocolate
Seven Fudge Dipped Pretzels
Six Chocolate Brazil Nuts
Four Chocolate Santas
Three French Eclairs
Two Pecan Turtles
And a gift card to Dunkin Donuts
Have a lovely Christmas everyone & enjoy the season.
Please note this was written tongue in cheek (of course) and no candy was harmed in the process.