I’ve never really had a sweet tooth and in the past seldom drank cool drinks, ate cake or even the puddings that I often baked for others. I can actually bake more than three dozen pancakes (from an eight-egg recipe) in one go without even thinking of eating the first flop, which is lying in a puddle of cinnamon sugar and was the victim of having to wait for the pan to ‘bake in’, as they say. But lately, the situation has changed.
This is probably because the authorities keep thinking of ways to deprive us of more and more things as the days go by, arrogantly thinking that they know what’s best for us plebs. Without my usual ‘fixes’, I sometimes started craving sweet things.
To my shame, I must confess that I am a late-night bed snacker, which involves sucking on a specific brand of cheese curls. The sucking part is due to a strict warning from my bedmate that he will not tolerate the crunching sounds of me eating in bed (and especially when the snack is as dodgy as my choice!). So I have to wait until he’s fast asleep before I skulk off to the kitchen for my bowl of cheese curls, and then I have to very quietly suck them until they disintegrate into a gooey glob. It’s pure bliss, especially while reading a very scary thriller – it’s quite comforting when you’re reading about somebody with a dagger menacingly approaching a defenseless victim!
NO MORE MONTHLY ISSUES IN WHICH WE CAN READ TO TAME A WILD TEENAGER, AVOID DIVORCE, FIND YOUR G-SPOT, OR HOW TO MAKE UP YOUR EYES TO LOOK SMOKY.
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