Last night the innkeepers brought some Dutch crumble coffee cake over. I know exactly what recipe it was, from the 1970's Betty Crocker cookbook. I've altered that one many a time. It's also my choice for bake sale donations.
Ed thought it was too sweet.
And it would have turned my kids into crazy monsters.
Naturally, I ate some. Too much. A sizeable chunk.
Then I poured some water on it, squished it up, and threw it away. Then I squirted some ketchup and mustard on top just to be sure.
(Man, that is a good 'bad' recipe.)
I don't actually have a lot of self-control. I would have eaten the whole thing. I am, after all, 38.5 weeks pregnant, stressed, and attempting to avoid sugar completely till birthing my babe. So set me down in front of a coffee cake, and ya, without doing something weird like that, I'd have eaten the whole thing by now. Probably even if I had just thrown it away- hence the water-ketchup-mustard addition.
"We have a choice every day - to act on yesterday's good intentions or get an early start on tomorrow's regrets."
"Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant."
~Robert Louis Stevenson