Not Work Safe

I was flitting around the internet when I stumbled upon a link to tagame.org and started looking through the galleries of images.

My absolute favorite is this image (not work safe). I'm completely enthralled by the artistry. It's an absolutely beautiful painting.

My relationship with desserts

I've been carefully doling out the delicious cookies that kenny73 gave me back in January, making them last as long as I can. They're delicious cookies, but I'm running out. I now have just one of each variety left -- fourteen cookies in total.

I'll probably make these last for another couple of weeks. I usually eat two or three per sitting.

I don't know how it happened, but I never was one for stuffing myself with snack foods. Most of my snack stuff when I was a child was fruits or vegetables. I preferred my vegetables raw, and my favorite was raw rutabaga, which I'd peel and eat like an apple. I had a dog that enjoyed sharing my rutabaga, and I taught him a few tricks with that as a reward.

In fact, it got to where my mom would pull me in front of the open refrigerator whenever she got back from the base commissary. "These vegetables are for you," she would say, "and these over here are for cooking. Don't touch these." :-)

So I don't have much of a sweet tooth, even now that I can eat whatever I want. Eating too many sweets isn't a lot of fun.

My absolute favorite sweets are the little chocolate raspberry sticks from Trader Joe's. They're little raspberry jellies covered in dark chocolate. Eating one of these is a delight! I start by holding it under my nose so I can savor the aroma. Eating them takes very little time, but I can enjoy the scent of one for a couple of minutes before biting it in two. I have a container of these things that Russell got me about three months ago and it's only a little less than half full.

So even my favorite sweets don't really tempt me to excess.

I'll order desserts when I dine out, and I love sampling new things, but the portions they give you are almost always far too large for me. I'll eat it until it's no fun anymore, then push it away. (I rejected the "clean plate" philosophy as soon as my mom wasn't controlling what I ate.) My friend Michael D. and I would often go out to dinner together. I'd order a dessert, and he'd finish it for me. A perfect arrangement!