That's Where the Bad Bees Go

is a line from a song. And I couldn't remember the song. It was from camp. And now I remember "way down upon the Swanee River, that's where the bad bees go".

This line popped into my head as I was cruising Ralph's looking for those elusive tiny chocolate cupcakes with HUGE mint heads. There weren't any. Sad.

There was a slice of deep chocolate cake from the Cheesecake Factory, it had a dollop of whipped cream beside it. It looked like it would put a person in a diabetic coma-and the PRICE of it! It was practically four dollars for a SLICE. Yeah.

Going around the bakery, there was the same old stuff: tons of red velvet cupcakes, cakes, beribboned pink things, chocolate things, same old stuff. WHERE were my cupcakes?!

One thing that looked especially good was the chocolate rugulach. I used to make rugulach with homemade cream cheese (you use raw milk that's sat around a bit and strain it through cheese cloth to make cream cheese. It make superlative rugulach-and it's GOOD for you). Anyway, of course I didn't buy it.

I also gave a longing look to the gummy bears. R and I are having a tryst this Friday and I thought about placing gummies all over his hairy chest and vacuuming them off with my mouth. I am supposed to bring strawberries. Well, I might bring both. Or nothing. It depends on how I am running. As in: I have an audition tomorrow. I'm sure it won't take very long. I'm hoping to be out of there in time to go home and have a wee bit of a nap, but of course, I'll be too excited to nap. I do hope I will have time to stop by the grocery. If not, he will have to forgive me-as I am most anxious to see him.

What I actually did after cruising Ralph's was pop into Trader Joe's and get a Caesar salad, organic carrots, almond milk and yoghurt dip. Then back to Ralph's for Annie Chun's Wasabi Seaweed Snacks(TM), a cucumber and half a pound of ground sirloin-which I overcooked:(

I like it practically raw of course. I ate it over the Caesar salad along with cucumber slices, carrots and the crouton, all dipped in the yoghurt dip. Delish!

Of course, you want to hear about the three squares of chocolate and brazil nuts I ate, complete with a shot glass of wine (which I shouldn't be drinking but I WANTED it-and the chocolate SO badly that I just had to have them.)

Last? A glass of almond milk with stevia.

I'm ready for my coma, Mr. DeMille.

I remain,

Hilda Stinson