Ginger Chews

As I write this, my mouth is burning and my teeth are sticky with the residues
of Ginger Chews.

The outside is green paper, the interior a white wax. And then the candy itself is covered with fine powered sugar. I savour the dusty feel of the sugar on my tongue as I roll it around in my mouth and then: chew.
Oh me. Foodgasming as we speak.

I am also having a nice Shiraz with this. Second glass..

Okay, I never pour myself a FULL glass because, well, I'm such a light weight.

Now I'm on my third. Naughty Hilda! I unwrap another chew, as if it's a boy I'm about to kiss. And EEEEAAAT it. And then, I guzzle more wine.

You see? This is more than just fantasy. Licking the powdered sugar off my finger, I unwrap another, and another until my mouth is so sticky and burning that I just have to stop. I lick my fingers again. Finish my third half glass of wine.

And now, my dear readers, I will now chronicle today's sins.

Breakfast and lunch? Same as yesterday. I am hideously boring sometimes.

For dinner? Half a peanut butter sandwich on sprouted wheat with crushed fresh organic raspberries (pauses to lick fingers). And the rest of the small plastic box of raspberries. They are sour/sweet. Then three more pieces of bread with some frozen butter that I BITE right into. SO good. And there's the wine and the ginger candies. Sinful. (Re-licks fingers) I am so sweet and full of green tea (with which I put in three scant tablespoons of sugar)..Lawd have mercy. I am wrecked and ready for BED

But, before I go, I must right a wrong from my first post. In my first post, I made a gross generalization about celebrities. That the don't TRY. Well, okay maybe they do. Perhaps they are just as representative of any X man in the population. In which case, it would mean that only 1 out of 10 actually knows what he's doing.

I'm just SAYIN'.

I remain, lost in the passion of my fooding,

Hilda Stinson