In my
defense, I want you to know that, being gluten sensitive, I have been deprived
of gluten products for several years. I’ve made due and it’s been tolerable.
More recently I made a decision to limit my sugar intake and on top of that,
gave up coffee for the week. Hopefully this helps you understand the frame of
mind I was in when the following took place.
The tantalizing aroma of fresh baked donuts permeated the
room. A perky young lady in a crisp apron stood smiling at the door of our
store, rectangular pink box balanced in her hand. With a dimpled smile she
presented the offering to my co-worker and I. “Compliments of your new
neighbor; our bakery opened today!”
With reverence we carried the box to the employee break room.
Upon sitting it down, and lifting the lid, a small moan escaped my throat and
tears threatened to spill. My knees buckled and I knew my willpower had just
run out the door taking common sense and pride along with her.
There inside,
nestled gently in white tissue paper were a baker’s dozen of the loveliest
assortment of hot fresh-out-of-the-bakery treats. Glazed and frosted donuts, some
jelly filled, apple fritters, bear claws, and oh my -- maple bars! My hands
flew to my eyes. "DON'T LOOK! TURN AWAY NOW!!" But it was too late.
Gluten be damned. Sugar free be damned. Forget about the strict healthy eating
plan I was determined to follow.
The maple bar was cut in half in a futile attempt of
restraint but I knew it was a joke. The entire bar would be eaten, by me, and
in short order! In a heartbeat the feeding frenzy was on. Each bite was
shameless unadulterated pleasure. Whimpers of ecstasy from my corner of the
break room caused my co-worker to look over and chuckle. And, then, it was
over. All that was left was the sweet stickiness on my fingers and a frosting
glaze on my chin. I sighed and burped delicately.
Later, at home, as I rolled in discomfort from the
thickening around my waist where my pants cut into my bloated belly, I sighed
again and this time the burp was a belch and there was nothing lady like about
it. But was it worth it?
Finding a last drop of glaze in my bra cup as I
undressed I said softly "Yes.” I licked the glaze off my bra. "It tasted
just like a baby angel*."
*Credit Tim Hawkins
for this amazing quote
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