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sugar shame

I was going to write this cute little title about tempting evil sugar and then something in my head said something about a quote with women and temptation or vileness or something and so I went to google. That was a bad idea. Like really bad. So instead I’ll just continue on the shame theme.

So this weekend, Saturday specifically, I baked. Pumpkin cookies and cupcakes. I made the icing, cookies and little cakes from scratch. Do you realize how much sugar that is? I promise you don’t want to know. And while this was a fun venture, I think I’ll need to be more careful in the future. Because do you want to know what I ended up eating this weekend?

  • salmon and some mashed potatoes (Bear cooked some really really great salmon on Saturday that was supposed to end up in our lunches today. I only got to eat a little during lunch on Saturday. After that Bear lived up to his moniker. He gobbled it down Saturday for dinner, Sunday for breakfast in sandwiches. *sighs*)
  • hardboiled eggs Sunday morning (while Bear was gobbling down salmon. My stomach couldn’t handle salmon for breakfast, so I missed out.)
  • a tomato.
  • one pork rib (how that man eats so much meat is beyond me.)

If that were all I had eaten, it would be ok. I mean, I would have been a little hungry, but at least I wouldn’t be here confessing my shame again. But the reason I didn’t have dinner on Sunday was because I was baking. I was in the kitchen for around six hours. (I’m still peeved about the salmon. I know he couldn’t get into the kitchen to cook anything Saturday night, so fine, I get eating more of the salmon without me then. But for breakfast?? Am I the only one who wouldn’t be willing to gobble down salmon for breakfast?)

I baked pumpkin cookies and cupcakes. (I’ll post pics tomorrow. I didn’t take any while I was baking. I had the whole processes pipelined with the mixing, transferring baked goods off and raw stuff on (only one baking sheet), icing, and cleaning and just didn’t think to add picture taking.) I made everything from scratch. I never realized icing was such a pain to make. But the problem was that I snacked. I ate cookies and cupcakes. And I think the problem with making the stuff is that you know exactly how much sugar is in each of those little cookies and cupcakes. Now granted the pumpkin cookies actually weren’t that bad. They had as much pumpkin as butter and sugar combined, but the cupcakes. Ohmy. They were really tasty. They really were. But eating like one killed me. So you can see why there was no dinner for me on Saturday. 3 cookies and a cupcake did me in. And on Sunday. I can’t even speak of Sunday.

I think I need to eat salads for a little while now. And Bear might growl, but the other grad students are going to get a treat tomorrow. They need a sugar high. We have lots of papers to review in Oct.