It's Mardi Gras. Someone brought in New Orleans style king cakes and scattered them about the room. There's one on the counter top about 6 feet away. It's been calling my name all morning.
Then there was the meeting my department had this morning with the Dean. The head of the department brought pastry and doughnut holes. They joined in with the king cake, making it a chorus.
Dear oh dear. What's a Weight Watcher to do? Drink my water, eat my little 90-calorie-per-packet rice cake treats (which are surprisingly good. Chocolate mint), and pretend I can't hear the Pastry Chorus:
"Vee! Vee? We love you! We miss you! Veeeeeeee?!?"
Gum! A piece of gum will help. I'll chew that, and while that's in my mouth I won't want anything else. I hope.
Added later:
Well, I had a teeny tiny piece of the cake, thinking that it was better to indulge a little then sit here and be resentful all day. It worked -- for a while. Then it started talking to me again.
What worked better was somebody coming by and wrapping the thing in aluminum foil, bless 'em. I'm not gonna break into that, making all kinds of noise.
About half an hour ago, someone spotted the baby in the cake. She pointed it out to me--you could see his feet. I started encouraging to the cake: "Push! Puuuuuush! Almost there. One more big one!" Cracked my co-worker up.
2 comments:
I'm glad you survived Mardi Gras relatively unscathed.
My kids had a "sweets day" at school. The flier requested individually wrapped goodies, suggesting brownies, Rice Krispie treats, and cookies as favorite purchases ("no cupcakes, please.")The kids could buy goodies for a quarter each. The quarters would benefit the Home and School Association.
Monday night, I was up until 3:30 a.m. baking chocolate chip cookies for Precious Daughter's contribution and brownies for Mighty B's donation (and waiting for them to cool), because that's what they each asked to bring and I'm a sucker for their big blue eyes.
Since the goodies had to be wrapped for individual sale (time-consuming purgatory), I nearly depleted my supply of sandwich-sized Ziplocs to wrap 'em up. Because they were home made, I also Scotch taped a list of ingredients on the outside of each Ziploc.
Bleary-eyed, I drop my kids at school with six quarters each to buy whatever goodies they wanted.
They arrive home and proudly show me their purchases: three puny lollipops, mangled Laffy Taffies, and mini-sized candy bars that all looked like Halloween leftovers.
What happened to the "brownies, cookies, and Rice Krispie treats"? Am I the only parent that bothered to bake?
I feel like I've been ripped off, and I'm a bit insulted that my own children wouldn't buy the stuff I labored to prepare.
Did you give up blogging for lent or something? I've been as faithful as a Labrador, checking every day, and the Killer Pastries still dominate your page.
I hope all is well.
today's "word" is a cute little toad. "Jydyp!"
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