Yes, I have a food nemesis. And her name is Betty Crocker.
She’s a stone cold, addictive, tasty b*tch.
And what Betty has hooked me on is…frosting.
Don’t worry, I’ll give you a second to laugh at me.
Yes, I’m referring to the stuff you ice a cake or brownies with. Except, I don’t do that. I dim the lights, sit on my couch and with the soft glow of my TV shining on me after a long day, I take a spoon and dive into it like it’s yogurt.
Rich, smooth, creamy and oh my gosh it’s so good. Secret shame!!
My name is Jess, and I love frosting.
Lately, a little too much.
It’s sort of like that episode of Sex and the City when Miranda is addicted to Betty Crocker cake and eats it out of the garbage. I remember watching that thinking, that is crazy! There is no way something like that could be that addictive. Yeah, I’m eating those words with a spoon…out of a frosting can.
Fortunately, I’m not eating thrown away frosting, but seriously, I can’t get enough of it.
I partially blame this on my Lent challenge. Frosting is not candy, therefore it helped me curb the chocolate hormone-induced cravings. But now it’s out of hand and I can’t stop!
Two weekends ago, I went to the store to buy brown rice for my stir fry and suddenly, unconsciously I’m walking out with frosting AND brown rice.
Both of which were delish (not together).
Then, knowing I would be tested, I went last weekend to buy frosting for the bake sale brownies, PRAYING I would use it all, but I didn’t. There was half a container of frosting left.
It lasted 48 hours.
Now I must resist the baking aisle at the store because frosting could just appear again and I don’t want it to!
I knew Lent would come back to bite me somehow.
What is your biggest sweet or savory indulgence? Big weekend plans anyone?