please don’t hate me ’cause I eat carbs

 

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At a surprise birthday event this week a  large beautiful sheet cake was presented beside a stack of little plates, napkins and plastic forks.  A feeble rendition of “Happy Birthday” was sung with no one hitting the high note – nothing unusual there. So the cake was cut and plates began to be passed around the table – and around, and around the table. “No, none for me….”,  “my diet…”, “I’m not eating carbs…”, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you.  Well, until the cake got to me.  A few of us had cake, but the big diet thing was hanging over us like a disapproving cloud.  Savouring my first forkful of cake with fluffy icing, I felt like I could have been drinking wine out of a styrofoam cup at an AA meeting.

I’ve lived through a whole lot of diets with colleagues.  The cabbage soup diet the entire office was on had us walking around farting like livestock.  I’m pretty sure there’s a hole in the ozone above that office building.  Continue reading

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stir 15 times and bake politics

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So much is swirling around  – the swirls reaching all the way up north  where I am and across the globe – stirring us up like a batch of muffins. Continue reading

good friends eat the broken cookies

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Having some time to do Christmas baking this year has been great!  And I’ve been a bit of a crazy baking lady, I have to admit.

Those mistakes, though – the not so great decorating, the over-done edges of the brownies, the broken teddy bear cookies – yeah, husbands and friends eat them, but I will save the good stuff for you, too. 🙂 Thanks, guys.