Yep, it's the day before Lent in the year of frigidity. I'm going to make a wild guess that the babes in New Orleans aren't wearing bikinis today.
Fat Tuesday has always been a big decision for me: Do I give up an item or not? I hate making promises that are 99% certain to be broken. Even so, I've been hinting to The Queen I'm going to give up pastries for Lent. This is monumental on my part. I've gotten into cinnamon rolls, red velvet cakes, anything that has on the wrapper the words S-U-G-A-R.
Let's say I do make a ridiculous promise to eliminate glucose from my system then down the road I get the cravings(I always keep a stash of goodies on hand just in case). I might hide some Nestle' chocolate chips behind the piano. This would fail because once I opened the plastic bag the smells would waft throughout the condo. I wouldn't be able to detect them but Her Majesty has a nose like a beagle and the jig would be up before I could make up a fake answer.
,Personally, I don't know why, at 75 I'm under the gun to give up anything. Haven't I sacrificed enough over the years? In the old Catholic days we weren't allowed to eat meat on Friday. When a person got to 65 this was amended and they could slog down all varieties of greasy beef. Lent seems to have taken over--in my house, anyway.
It's a personal issue, of course. I'd much better do something than not give up an item. This I know to be true. I still have one cinnamon roll left over. In the refrigerator is a large container of cookie dough loaded with chocolate chips.
I might as well go out in style if you know what I mean. The only thing better than baked cookies are unbaked cookies and that's because I don't have to wait for the oven to kick in.
I could appease myself and say I'm giving up alcohol for Lent except that'd be easy. I gave up that stuff a long time ago.
Stay in touch. There are curves and valleys ahead in my quest. I'll let you know.
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