Friday, May 07, 2010
So, last night after work I went to a program at the library about cakes--including old recipes, vintage cookbooks, and SAMPLES. Yes, I deliberately signed up for this at the same time I'm trying to cook and eat well. And yes, I probably already have enough favorite cake recipes for every birthday and holiday for the next several years. And no, I didn't have enough foresight to pack a healthy snack in case I didn't have time to get home for dinner. (Note to self: Open the warehouse store case of V-8 and put a few cans in the car) Popular culture would have you believe that all women have a thing about shoes. Really, shoes? Other than a pair of white patent leather loafers that I just HAD to get in eighth grade, I can't remember ever being excited about shoes. But recipes--I can't ever get enough. I can't straighten the magazines at the office without stopping to look at the recipes. And why is it that women's magazines always have covers exclaiming DROP 2 DRESS SIZES BY SUMMER underneath a photo of something covered in whipped cream?
But, getting back to the library (a place I'm always happy to get back to), I sat for an hour with a plate of goodies on my lap and only ate one mini cream-puff. I brought the rest of the plate home for Ken. I can't say I'd have been able to resist if it were dark chocolate or ice cream, but I'm not about to overlook a victory.