There are things about my childhood that I have a hard time
letting go of, especially when it comes to desserts. My mother is incredible,
she always has a dessert on display in our kitchen ready and waiting for
someone to indulge. Since I have realized how crazy wheat and sugar make me and
cut them out of my everyday diet I have had a few lapses and I can tell the
moment I wake up that I am in need of a relapse trip to Sweetsville.
Often growing up I would emulate my mother's dietary pattern of eating desserts
for breakfast, living by the concept that you have the whole day to work it
off. Today I woke up with a cake craving that was out of this world. I drove by
all the muffin dealers (McDonald's, Tim Horton's etc.), not giving into to what
people like to think of as a healthy alternative for breakfast, let’s be honest
most muffins are really just cake. I got to work, sans coffee and sweets.
Jones-ed at my desk and then sent out a desperation text to my current life
partner Jenny Fines to meet up at Starbucks to sin.
And, I sinned hard. I got my coffee and cake in one beautiful
streusel-ed and cinnamon-ed chuck of miracle coffee cake and a less than
amazing slice of cheesecake, in my opinion cheesecake should always be served
cold. In hind sight I really regret not getting two slices of coffee
cake.
I went back to my desk and basically plowed down my monthly dose
of wheat and sugar. Shortly after during our weekly programming meeting I feel
into an intense sugar coma.
Do you ever wake up craving weird things? Have your parents
influenced your diet in a strange way? Do you just love cake?
Okay, I do secretly love Starbuck's coffee cake (even though their food is garbage).
