Thursday, September 20, 2012
...I wanted it baaad.
We're talking like I could TASTE it before I even saw it. I walked into HyVee this morning to get a salad for lunch, and that delicious fried dough and sugar smell wafted to my face immediately. My salivary glands went into overdrive and I think a little bit of drool actually seeped out.
I could see them in my minds eye - the delicious rings of fried goodness with chocolate frosting and sprinkles. The chocolate discs with white custard oozing out of the side. The twisted crullers with the delicious sugary glaze over the top. And my personal favorite - the cinnamon rolls with the maple frosting...I wanted them all.
But alas - I did not indulge. I stayed away from the department and kept my eye on the prize (if you can consider a salad a prize). I didn't want to feel tired (as I end up feeling after eating wheat) nor did I want a migraine (which I'm apt to get after eating sugar). Something tells me they wouldn't even taste as good as my brain is telling me they would.
However now, an hour later, I'm still pining. I hate that food has so much control over me.