Last night, after my glass of wine and my Amy’s Indian meal (that I topped with feta for no other reason other than the fact that the feta was soon to go bad and I didn’t want to waste good cheese!), I started to lick a cupcake.
My idea was just to take several licks of frosting and then the craving would surely pass and I could instead snack on healthier things such as yogurt, berries or a protein bar. But no. After three licks of frosting I decided to take a tiny nibble.
The tiniest of nibbles, really. However, that nibble turned into a bite and that bite turned into complete cupcake annihilation. It.was.so.good. I almost ate the other but it was already promised to the boy and I would feel bad eating all of his birthday cake.
I’m not going to lie; it was staring up at me and looking quite lonesome. I sighed and made some tea instead.
Breakfast was pretty typical….