Rebound Snacks
Okay. So, Aaron brought home a letter asking for donations for a bake sale. Being the ever helpful parent, I sent him to school with a note indicating that I would bake something. As I was whipping up a huge caldroun-sized bowl of whoopie pie batter he came home with another note informing me that I had received the original letter late and the bake sale was now over.
Have you ever had a whoopie pie? These are two wonderful, saucer-sized chocolate mounds of cake sandwiching a fluffy, marshmallo-y, sweet frosting.
Rumor has it that these were the Amish solution to leftover cake batter and icing. If you have ever nibbled a Drake's "Devil Dog" you have come close to the perfect-ness of these tasty, homemade snack cakes.
Anyway. I'll spare ya the boring details of thier loveliness. What am I to do with aaaallllllllll these whoopie pies now that they are not needed to raise monies for Hurricane Relief? I decided to bring them to the Bunco game on Saturday. Okay. Down to a thousand whoopie pies. I gave them to the kids for dessert. Okay. Down to five hundred. I packed them in lunchboxes and sent them to the teachers. Okay. Down to four.
(A sidenote: I complained to my husband that the three whoopie pies that were left needed to go and he suggested I freeze them. Do you know what happens to a frozen whoopie pie? They are even better out of the freezer!)
Those last four whoopie pies called to me. I cut one into four pieces and rationed them out for myself, thinking that if I gave into the craving I could then "divorce" myself from the whoopie pies. You know, make a clean break.
If only I could describe this as a "clean break," A "Let's remain friends," break up. No, this break up has been bad. Those snack cakes call me all the time. I follow them, spying on them as they get shoved around the shelves of the dark fridge. I try to think about other things, but images of thier chocolate-y goodness cloud my thinking. My friends tell me to "just let them go... get over it." But I can't.
I've moved on to REBOUND SNACKS. You know, snacks to fill me up while I stuff away my real desires for sinful, rich whoopie pies. You've had them... lite popcorn, sugar free/fat free chocolate pudding or Jell-O, apple slices, diet soda, lite whipped cream (straight from the can... shhh). Hmmph. Damn.
Why is breaking up so hard to do?
Totallyscrappy