100 calories but not worth it

i was fooled. duped if you will. for some reason i let a coworker confuse me into thinking that a 100 pack of hostess cupcakes would be good. i must have been having a weak moment and i know i have no one but myself to blame here, but i don't even like regular calorie hostess cupcakes. why would i think they would be better tasting with LESS FAT?

anyway while at target the other day i had a very weak moment and a serious chocolate craving and when i walked by these right before the checkout i purchased a box. then i tried to eat them. i realized immediately that they are gross, but i ate several of them anyway. so i suppose i am gross too. ah diss.

well, now i will be sure to remember not to take the advice of this coworker concerning food fashion or anything else.

"it's cookie time"...those little boxes have delivered

they deliver them every year- those wacky girl scouts and their moms. every year when the boxes show up i smile with delight when i see my green box of thin mints. i always open the box with the best intentions thinking "take two cookies, that is all you need" and i am fine with that. ok, i am fine with that...until i bite into the first one and then immediately devour the 2nd one and dive back into the box thinking "two more will do it" and then " just 3 more". basically i come up for air when the first sleeve is gone. yup, my love of mint-chocolate extends far beyond york peppermint patties and it is heavily entrenched in the girl scout cookie market.

i basically love these things and i obviously loose all power and self control when they come into my life. i shouldn't even order them, but i do every year. its good that they aren't really available year round because then instead of being just bit over my ideal weight i would be in serious trouble if i could get these any old day. well maybe thats not true. maybe if i could them when ever i wanted i wouldn't have to binge so carelessly every march.

whatever. i just admitted to eating half a box of cookies in one sitting. i should probably stop writing and go for a run. except that i generally only run away from danger and this ankle isn't really back in shape yet. maybe i'll just watch tv instead. where is that other sleeve of cookies?

frost done me wrong

note to all you would-be bakers out there...don't try to bake while your angry. instead of smooth and chocolately creamy goodness with a perfect sheen you get a lumpy bowl of nasty. yup. thats what it turned into. it didn't even taste good. which is further proof that cooking is all about love. last night i was obviously feeling the love.

i thought with the whole week devoted to chocolate and all that i couldn't go wrong. i guess i was wrong. what to do now? i'm not even sure. buy frosting in a can i guess...FUCK- uh, I mean YUCK.

lunch hour

sometimes on your lunch hour you just have to get out.
sometimes I just have to get some fresh air. sometimes I have to satisfy a craving.
today I leave you with 2 images from my lunch hour.

interestingly they would have made a good post for next wednesday.

chocolate:

and

flowers

flint

this little guys has lived on my dash for quite some time now. he originated from a small square of individually wrapped chocolate bought at "the Living Earth". i recall purchasing these chocolates for a car trip my husband and I were taking. we were going to be driving to wappingerfalls, NY to pick up the car he was buying. the plan was to drive out there, make the transaction and drive back home. well a few thing went askew that day and we ended up taking the trip twice- but that's a different story.

anyway it was a long day in the car. snacks were needed. i started opening up the chocolates and to my surprise there was a little card with an animal in each one. each card included a story on the back. the first couple were insects if I recall correctly. then we got flint. what a cute little guy. such a happy picture. a chimpanzee dancing along in the jungle. well, upon reading the story of flint I came to realize that he did not have such a happy life but had made an interesting case study for Jane Goodall as well as those people studying attachment disorders and the like. I won't get into his whole story here- you can read more.

back to the car- I was reading this story- completely unaware of any of the stories surrounding Jane Goodall and the chimpanzee families she observed. this was all new to me, really. still I liked the picture and stuck him in the seam of dash and there he has stayed there ever since. he has stayed there through heat cold and amoral cleanings. whomever captured this photo of him caught him during one of the few times he was really happy. I liked that.

weeks after flint had found his home on my dash I went to my parents house to pick up my 14 year old brother. my brother shuffles into the car, mumbles "hello" in a way that only a teenage boy can, he flipped the long hair out of his eyes and looked at the picture of flint. he picked it up and turns to me and says "Melis, is this a picture of flint? as in flint and flo and fagan." I looked back in shock and said "yes, what do you know about flint". He then proceeded to tell me the story of flint, mother flo and baby fagan. I was shocked and a little mystified at how my brother knew all this information and could spout it all off at the drop of a hat. further probes into how he came upon this information- or how he knew flint just by looking at a picture of him turned up very little. he went back to the mumbling teenage boy that I was used to. I wrote it off as him having seen a special on Animal Planet. This is one of my very favorite stories to tell about my brother. I hope to be able to use i at say his wedding some day.

note: subsequent tries to find more of this chocolate have turned up nothing. booo.