Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Ok, confession time. I read so often about people who struggle with having certain snacks (ie chips, chocolate, etc) in their house. For many, it's better to just not have it at all than to keep staring at a package and having it torture you. I never felt that attracted to a food. Don't get me wrong, I eat things I shouldn't but a bag of chips can go stale in my house. I have three Hershey's bars in the fridge from the summer when we did s'mores that I have no idea what to do with. I could only sympathize with this struggle. UNTIL TODAY.
We found out that a bakery somewhat nearby is a branch of the local bakery we had close by growing up. They make these cookies. Oh these cookies! They are probably as long as your middle finger and twice as wide. Dipped one end in different colored white chocolate with sprinkles. As a kid, I loved these. As an adult, I found out I STILL love these. (Side note: my mom is in town and we went to this bakery together. She bought what seemed like one of everything.) I must have eaten 10 or more of these cookies. I have no idea even how to track it. It was crazy. I allowed myself two of them. Then, I justified eating another one. Then I think I had two more. After dinner, I felt like the Cookie Monster. Nom nom nom nom........
On the plus side, I feel sick from all that sugar. I don't even want to look at the rest of them. Another plus, the cinnamon rolls, cinnamon bread and coffee cakes don't interest me. I think I got it out of my system. Tomorrow is a new day.