I have been in a funky mood the past few days and I’m not sure why, and I’m not sure how to fix it. I don’t have many vices – by and large, I’m a pretty healthy gal: I work out daily, I don’t each much junk, rarely drink, don’t smoke. I have no vices to turn to when I’m feeling BLAH. The past few days, I have treated myself to capuccinos in the morning, which somewhat pick me up, but frankly, it doesn’t quite do the trick.
Last night, I sent Hubby out to pick up ice cream. Desperate times clearly call for desperate measures. He came home with some vanilla with chocolate chunk ice cream – the kids were all quite enthusiastic about it. Me? Not so much. Don’t get me wrong, I ate it anyway. For a while there, I was almost chipper.
Right now, there is an Oreo cheesecake in my oven. I’m baking it for Hubby’s office tomorrow, and I have to admit, I kinda sorta ate quite a bit of batter while I was making it. I realize that because of the four raw eggs in the cheesecake batter, I’m probably gonna be coming down with salmonella (though I think that’s just a crappy oldwives tale designed to steal joy from children who want to lick the bowl when mom is baking), but I DON’T CARE. It was sooo good. Really really good. There was NOTHING healthy about that cheesecake I was making, and the sugar has clearly gone straight to my head. And I like it.
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