Disclaimer: Don't get me wrong, I love my husband very much. And I love having him home with me. But . . . if he has to be gone, I might as well enjoy my night out, eh?
Okay, so maybe "night out" isn't a very appropriate description. When your husband is out of town, and your daughter goes to bed at 6:30 pm, you're pretty much facing a "night in," but hey, let's not get technical.
I hate it when Dave travels, I honestly do. And I've got 4 months of living without my husband to justify that hate. However, if he
is gone, you'd better believe that I'm going to make the most of it. Let's start with a simple fact, and I apologize if I digress: Dave hates it when I make treats. I know, I know, my talent of making the most scrumptiously unhealthy desserts you can imagine has gone to waste. Just to clarify, he does
like the desserts that I make. He just doesn't like that he likes them. Mostly because of what they do can do to the waistline. He hates it when I make treats, he hates it when I buy goodies, or candy, or anything else that might be hanging out at the top of the food pyramid. Namely, all of the stuff I live for. Problem.
Thus came Dave's pronouncement: "If I find it, I'm throwing it away." So let it be written, so let it be done. Except for one little detail - the "if."
If he doesn't find it . . . well, I'm sure you see where I'm going with this. I've become an exceptionally good "hider" - even given the very small square footage of our apartment. Maybe it comes with the name. For example . . . one of the best places I've ever come up with for my treat stash was in my closet. In a bag, on a hanger, hidden amongst my countless shirts and skirts. Brilliant, if I do say so myself. But by the time Dave reads this, I will have moved it to another equally brilliant hiding place.
Now you see it.
Now you don't.
Pretty much, he's like the Gestapo (evil German police) and I'm a German citizen, trying to hide and protect the good things in this world. Like peanut butter m&ms, and brownies.
So, what was my point again? Oh yeah. Dave's gone. That means I can let the treats out of the bag, if you know what I mean. I made German Chocolate cupcakes with my sister. Mmmm, mmmm, good. I'll have to post the recipe soon.
Love 'em - you can see why.
I thought the "Give Thanks" sign in the background was quite appropriate, given what I was about to partake of.
I sat down to eat my delicious cupcake while watching two episodes of one of my all-time favorite tv shows - Law and Order. It's too bad Dave doesn't get home until Friday . . .