I enjoy baking. Always have. Probably because I would rather eat baked goods than savory foods. I admit that in the very early 70's it was brought on by munchies.
Yes, I said that.
We would get high and I'd make pecan rolls or banana bread.
And then when I would visit my boyfriend at his college I would make "fudgy no bakes" and boy was I a popular gal after a party.
Ah, that makes me chuckle. The good ole days of being young, stupid and able to eat fudgy no bakes and still not worry about gaining a massive amount of weight.
Since discovering that I can't ingest gluten I miss eating what I bake.
Sure you can bake gluten free but trust me it's just not the same.
So I make this stuff and give it away, make my husband "suffer" or throw the rest out.
My neighbor to my direct right takes a lot off my hands thankfully.
I got a new stove/oven in January which has 2 ovens in one. It has a convection on the bottom oven which is heavenly for baking. So I've been making cookies, cakes and yesterday I asked Rick if he would be up for cream puffs. Haven't made those in awhile. He immediately said, "Absolutely!"
This morning he was a different man.
He made the announcement that I had to stop baking because he was on the scale this morning and he's gained 10lbs.
I said, "it's my baking huh? You do realize you ate a whole pizza on Friday night. I didn't make you or make it for you."
"No I didn't!" he explains, "I ate it on Friday and had the last 2 pieces on Saturday morning for breakfast."
"Oh yea, that's a big difference. Still you ate a large pizza....alone.
What about those burgers you eat? Those toasted rolls with nutella slathered?
And let's not get started on all the damn pop you drink. Diet or not both are so damn bad for you. You know that. Diet pop is even worse that the regular pop. Those chemicals that are fake sugars spike your glycemic level more than sugar so you are getting fatter each time you drink one. I don't make you eat any of that stuff so don't blame a cookie or two mister."
He muttered who knows what under his breath.
"Okay you can blame me for all of this. I will not bake anymore so I can help you.
I don't want to be an enabler. However out of that last batch of cookies you only ate 5 over the course of a week. The rest went next door. Those 5 had nothing over that pizza, burger 2 helpings of that casserole or the popcorn the size of Texas."
He was silent for a long time then.....
"I hate it when you're right."
"I know you do baby, but try cutting out burgers, pop and those big ass portions or at least limit them"
"I don't want to"
"Okay then, it's just all my fault."
"Yep, that's my story and I'm stickin' to it....Or the scale is really off" as he laughs at himself.
Dieting and men they just don't get it.