Sugaree
21/01/17 07:27
That was so nice of Betsi. She gave me two containers. Once with homemade salsa and the other with homemade strawberry jam. Both were sensational and delicious even. Were I pushed for something more descriptive I might even add that they were better than store bought salsa and jam and that would not be an exaggeration. She asked that I let her know how they were and I fully intend to do just that. She may have been feeling generous and maybe even downright neighborly after I picked up some chocolate cookies at Trader Joes for her grand children that she planned on visiting over the weekend. Its was an impromptu thought on my part but I wanted to make sure that she was receptive to the idea before I bought the cookies during my visit to the store. I'm sure it is always a delicate balance between winding them up with sugar before laying them down for the night and otherwise having the satisfaction of seeing their smiling little faces expand exponentially when she unexpectedly whips out the batch of cookies. I trust that she kept a few for herself and I was sure to caution her about peanuts and traces of same in the event that one or more of the kids had an allergy to peanuts. She reported back that the cookies were a huge hit so it was a good thing. She was happy, the kids were happy, and I was tickled to do the good deed. Balance has been restored in the universe.
I warned the Ev man that the salsa might be on the spicy side even though I didn't find it to be particularly spicy when I added it to my egg concoction that I made for breakfast. If you've never had salsa on eggs you might want to give it a try. It's quite good. Think of it as a breakfast burrito without the burrito and you'll off to a good start. Eggs can be a little bland so add-ins are always a good idea. I even like mustard on eggs as hideous as that might seem to most people. Ev went through a good portion of the jar of salsa with a bag of chips he had on hand so I am sad to say that the salsa didn't last very long. Not that I thought it would. I'll be careful in how I give Betsi feedback so as not to infer that I'm now out and she should bring over more at her earliest convenience. I can see Betsi now going down to her cellar where she stores these homemade delicacies for future consumption. I could be wrong but if she is living on a limited budget and relies on these stocks for sustenance over the course of the winter I am hard pressed to express any glee whatsoever about those goodies since I don't want her feeling any obligation one way or another to give them up. I know it gives her pleasure to do so and we all know that giving is sometimes more important that getting so we'll leave it at that. At least now I know why she tends to her garden so painstakingly during the spring and summer months. I've both seen and now tasted the fruits of her labor and it is good. Very good indeed.
I'm between a rock and a hard place when it comes to Nancy and her love of sugary things. I'm not sure how we got to this place. I suspect that we came here together but I feel that I can step back from the precipice whereas she jumps in with both feet and shows little reluctance to give any of it up anytime soon. That is not to say that she doesn't have any remorse for her indulgences especially when they are excessive. If it's a box of chocolates, she's all in. It satisfies her at some level that is hard to explain. All I know that is that if I don't have something on hand for her when the time comes she is one unhappy camper. I'm now at the point where I'll be on the lookout during my travels for something good be it a cookie, a whoopie pie, or maybe a small box of chocolates. I sometimes find myself going out to the store in the early evening to pick something up so as not to see the disappointment on her face when I otherwise have to tell her that we have nothing on hand. Using street parlance, I'm out there lurking in the shadows looking for a dime bag to give my honey a hit.
I think portion control seems to be the key. It is true that her daily commute wears her down and when she is tired her resistance to such things is practically non-existent. Her enjoyment of such things is understandably ramped up when she is run down and having little or no ability to resist such things can lead to overindulgence and self loathing the likes of which you can't fully appreciate unless you've been there yourself. It is also true that after a good workout when you're feeling fit as a fiddle you feel as though you can treat yourself to something sweet. Something small. Something insignificant. But that little treat, that insignificant little treat, will seem innocuous at first bite but it will trigger a desire for more sugar and therein lies the deceit and deception that takes place in your brain. It's best to keep the analysis to a minimum so that is what I'll do. We'll step back from the precipice together and as resolutions go we'll try to have less of everything sweet for the time being and see if that makes a difference. If it doesn't, maybe we can find a support group to help us over the rough spots. Or maybe we'll just break out the SnowCones and go whole hog. Life is full of choices. Let's hope we make the right ones when and where it comes to sugar.
I warned the Ev man that the salsa might be on the spicy side even though I didn't find it to be particularly spicy when I added it to my egg concoction that I made for breakfast. If you've never had salsa on eggs you might want to give it a try. It's quite good. Think of it as a breakfast burrito without the burrito and you'll off to a good start. Eggs can be a little bland so add-ins are always a good idea. I even like mustard on eggs as hideous as that might seem to most people. Ev went through a good portion of the jar of salsa with a bag of chips he had on hand so I am sad to say that the salsa didn't last very long. Not that I thought it would. I'll be careful in how I give Betsi feedback so as not to infer that I'm now out and she should bring over more at her earliest convenience. I can see Betsi now going down to her cellar where she stores these homemade delicacies for future consumption. I could be wrong but if she is living on a limited budget and relies on these stocks for sustenance over the course of the winter I am hard pressed to express any glee whatsoever about those goodies since I don't want her feeling any obligation one way or another to give them up. I know it gives her pleasure to do so and we all know that giving is sometimes more important that getting so we'll leave it at that. At least now I know why she tends to her garden so painstakingly during the spring and summer months. I've both seen and now tasted the fruits of her labor and it is good. Very good indeed.
I'm between a rock and a hard place when it comes to Nancy and her love of sugary things. I'm not sure how we got to this place. I suspect that we came here together but I feel that I can step back from the precipice whereas she jumps in with both feet and shows little reluctance to give any of it up anytime soon. That is not to say that she doesn't have any remorse for her indulgences especially when they are excessive. If it's a box of chocolates, she's all in. It satisfies her at some level that is hard to explain. All I know that is that if I don't have something on hand for her when the time comes she is one unhappy camper. I'm now at the point where I'll be on the lookout during my travels for something good be it a cookie, a whoopie pie, or maybe a small box of chocolates. I sometimes find myself going out to the store in the early evening to pick something up so as not to see the disappointment on her face when I otherwise have to tell her that we have nothing on hand. Using street parlance, I'm out there lurking in the shadows looking for a dime bag to give my honey a hit.
I think portion control seems to be the key. It is true that her daily commute wears her down and when she is tired her resistance to such things is practically non-existent. Her enjoyment of such things is understandably ramped up when she is run down and having little or no ability to resist such things can lead to overindulgence and self loathing the likes of which you can't fully appreciate unless you've been there yourself. It is also true that after a good workout when you're feeling fit as a fiddle you feel as though you can treat yourself to something sweet. Something small. Something insignificant. But that little treat, that insignificant little treat, will seem innocuous at first bite but it will trigger a desire for more sugar and therein lies the deceit and deception that takes place in your brain. It's best to keep the analysis to a minimum so that is what I'll do. We'll step back from the precipice together and as resolutions go we'll try to have less of everything sweet for the time being and see if that makes a difference. If it doesn't, maybe we can find a support group to help us over the rough spots. Or maybe we'll just break out the SnowCones and go whole hog. Life is full of choices. Let's hope we make the right ones when and where it comes to sugar.