That bright pink box sat in the fridge and was calling my name like Marlon Brando’s famous “Stella, Stella” wails in “A Streetcar Named Desire.” OK, so maybe I’m exaggerating a little (just a tad), but it really did have a hold of me. I’m house sitting for some relatives and in their fridge was sitting a pink box of four goodies from Georgetown Cupcake.
I arrived yesterday and have been thinking about it since I got here. I just had lunch and just had to pry open the box and dig in. And sometimes it’s better to do just that.
I’ve often found that the more I obsess over certain foods, the more likely it is that I’ll just an entire cake, box of cookies, insert packaged/processed/unhealthly-yet-delicious food name here (I’m lookin’ at you, Thin Mints). So, go ahead and eat the damn cake. Eat as much of it as you need to feel satisfied and then stop. Eating isn’t about emotions, but it should be about enjoyment. And couldn’t we all use a little more enjoyment?