Remember the bag of candy you accumulated on Halloween...and then counted, sorted, and hoarded? This bowl of loot belongs to Julia's sweet daughter, and man, it was hard to not grab it from her and run out of their house screaming "Mine, it's mine now, muahahahah!". But I controlled myself.
I have a problem with sweets. Some people can eat one small piece of candy a day and feel satisfied. Some people can eat sweets every now and then and they are all good. I want something sweet after breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I want sweets after I have had sweets. No meal is really complete for me unless there is ice cream after it. Sigh. It isn't good.
Here is the cake we ate at Nina's wedding shower. I didn't make it, but I frosted it. Doesn't it look like it has about two inches of frosting on the side? Because, really, what good is cake without A LOT of frosting? And a side of ice cream?This posting isn't about a lot...just how good candy and cake and cookies and brownies and chocolate mousse and cheesecake and fudge are...and how I want them.
I want them bad.
