Sometimes I wonder if at some point in the past few years I actually took my brain out of my skull and left it somewhere, and I'm subsiding on the spirit of my former brain. My functioning is not quite as good as it used to be. I forgot my chocolate and apple at home today.
I've recently decided to start taking chocolate from home into the office to satisfy the afternoon sweet cravings. The sweet cupboard at home (yes, the biggest double-cupboard in our house is a sweet/snack/baking cupboard) is the accumulation of prepared for, yet unsatisfied, baking whims; holiday chocolate that fell by the wayside with new chocolate purchases; cookies and biscuits that were bought then not craved thereafter; and all manners of half-eaten nuts that have gotten pushed beyond memory. This special nook even has a small bagful of saltwater taffy from the Oregon coast, picked up during our trip to the states last year. Part of me remains sentimental and doesn't want to eat them...though the only reason I bought them in the first place was sentimentality, not because they're a candy I love. There are also butterscotch chips I got as a Christmas present from an American friend two Christmases ago, that sit on a pedestal in my heart but do not hold much desire for my sweetbuds.
In an effort to "clean" up the cupboard, I finished off the dark chocolate mint tim tams. (They were always going to be demolished, though, since they taste like the Aussie version of a Thin Mint!) I've also dedicated myself to finishing off the Oreos that caught my attention a few weeks ago. Those probably belong in my work drawer, too. And on Saturday, with my tea craving, I cracked into the shortbread fingers that have been leering out at us since this last Christmas.
Though the chocolate that belongs in my work drawer are the Lindt truffle balls dad bought me for Valentine's Day. They are bar-none my favorite chocolate and they have been sitting, wasting away in the fridge for the last two months. Poor things, they deserve some love.
Or they would if I could find my brain and remember to bring them in to work with me. Last week I made a sandwich before heading off to work, then at lunchtime was devastated to find that the sandwich had not made it in to work with me. When I got home that night, there it sat sitting on the kitchen counter.
Brain, will you please come back to me? There are sweets to be eaten. Which means that now I'm going to have to resort to the dark chocolate and almonds that have been sitting in my work chocolate drawer for months, instead of eating the oh so delicious Lindt truffles that I actually want. Oh well, I suppose I can also eat the chocolate bilby that found its way into the drawer this morning. Perhaps all this sugar consumption has something to do with my long lost thought center...
I've recently decided to start taking chocolate from home into the office to satisfy the afternoon sweet cravings. The sweet cupboard at home (yes, the biggest double-cupboard in our house is a sweet/snack/baking cupboard) is the accumulation of prepared for, yet unsatisfied, baking whims; holiday chocolate that fell by the wayside with new chocolate purchases; cookies and biscuits that were bought then not craved thereafter; and all manners of half-eaten nuts that have gotten pushed beyond memory. This special nook even has a small bagful of saltwater taffy from the Oregon coast, picked up during our trip to the states last year. Part of me remains sentimental and doesn't want to eat them...though the only reason I bought them in the first place was sentimentality, not because they're a candy I love. There are also butterscotch chips I got as a Christmas present from an American friend two Christmases ago, that sit on a pedestal in my heart but do not hold much desire for my sweetbuds.
In an effort to "clean" up the cupboard, I finished off the dark chocolate mint tim tams. (They were always going to be demolished, though, since they taste like the Aussie version of a Thin Mint!) I've also dedicated myself to finishing off the Oreos that caught my attention a few weeks ago. Those probably belong in my work drawer, too. And on Saturday, with my tea craving, I cracked into the shortbread fingers that have been leering out at us since this last Christmas.
Though the chocolate that belongs in my work drawer are the Lindt truffle balls dad bought me for Valentine's Day. They are bar-none my favorite chocolate and they have been sitting, wasting away in the fridge for the last two months. Poor things, they deserve some love.
Or they would if I could find my brain and remember to bring them in to work with me. Last week I made a sandwich before heading off to work, then at lunchtime was devastated to find that the sandwich had not made it in to work with me. When I got home that night, there it sat sitting on the kitchen counter.
Brain, will you please come back to me? There are sweets to be eaten. Which means that now I'm going to have to resort to the dark chocolate and almonds that have been sitting in my work chocolate drawer for months, instead of eating the oh so delicious Lindt truffles that I actually want. Oh well, I suppose I can also eat the chocolate bilby that found its way into the drawer this morning. Perhaps all this sugar consumption has something to do with my long lost thought center...
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