Every Christmas my aunt gives us a HUGE basket full of homemade cookies and candy—really it’s enough stuff for a family of six and it’s just me and my husband. This is in spite of the fact that for several years now I’ve asked her not to. Last year I managed to give the whole basket away. This year my husband seems to want to keep them and told me he would hide them from me.
Keeping sugar hidden is not usually necessary. I don’t have much of a sweet tooth. I am lucky that way. It’s simply not, in general been difficult for me to skip sugar and refined grains. On the other hand we also virtually never have sugar in the house.
However, there is one candy/cookie concoction that my aunt makes that consists of flour, sugar and butter, chocolate chips, toffee chips, coconut, walnuts and sweetened condensed milk put in layers in a pan and baked. I don’t know why, since in general overly sweet foods turn me off, that these particular disgustingly sweet cookies are impossible for me to stay away from. So tonight my husband went to bed without hiding the cookies and I ate THREE of them! I did it conciously and deliberately. I ate them slowly and enjoyed every second. Hell, if I’m gonna do it I might as well enjoy it.
Tomorrow I will ask him to hide them. They are just too damn good. Not having anything of the sort in the house is really the best way to “stay clean” so to speak. I don’t even think of sugar if it’s not under my roof.
**I wrote this last night. The cookies are still not hidden, but I have no desire for them. I got it out of my system. A cookie (or three) once in a blue moon —I’m not gonna sweat it.