A dream deferred. How about this: While at the supermarket I comPLETELY forgot that it's Fat Tuesday. There were ENTIRE cakes on sale on the day old baked goods rack at Ralph's. Damn. Of course, we can't know if any of those cakes were chocolate. Probably not.
But I do have a confession about this little rack of snack. Last week, I saw the perfect yummy. It was a tiny little chocolate cake with white icing all helter skelter in the plastic bucket it came in. But at the moment, I was having a craving for a SINGLE brownie (I dasn't buy a bucket of brownie!) SO I DIDN"T BUY THE PERFECT YUMMY! The anguish!
So what do I have? Well, there's some carmel cone flavor Skinny Cow in a single serving in the freezer. I had purchased it yesterday and was going to eat it, but realized that I could not afford the 170 calories because everything I had eaten for dinner just ADDED up. Soup, salad, two containers of seaweed chips, almond milk, a shot glass of wine, surprisingly came to 515 calories. So naturally I could not AFFORD the Skinny Cow.
But tonight? I shall eat the Skinny Cow and enjoy it. And wish for chocolate cake. With white icing.
The fantasy? A giant chocolate cake that I belly flop onto and roll around in. And then, I eat as much as I want, a goblet of neopolitan ice cream in my hand so that I can cool my palate with a little ice cream. And then, I cuddle into this giant cake and fall asleep. Sated.
Happy Fat Tuesday!
Hilda Stinson
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