blueberry bellyache
We had pot luck tonight. Sometimes we get a very well-balance meal at pot luck. Tonight was not one of those nights. All of the food was wonderful, but we had four, count ‘em four desserts: cookies, scones, brownies, and ice cream. Heaven for some but not heaven if you are trying to not be fat.
Let me explain that I was not born with the sweet tooth that plagues most of my family. However, I have had major cravings for all things sweet as of late. Tonight could have been a recipe for disaster, but thankfully Ross and I had made a trip to the farmer’s market at the William Byrd Community House on Tuesday. We picked up a carton of blueberries on a whim.
I had one cookie and it. was. amazing. Thankfully, I remembered the carton of salvation sitting in my fridge just as I was about to empty the contents of the cookie bag into my mouth. So, I chowed down on those. Almost all of those.
Granted, eating a ton of blueberries is better than eating a ton of cookies. But I still feel like I’m gonna die.
Learn more about the blueberry here, because clearly you have nothing better to do.
0 Comments »
No comments yet.
RSS feed for comments on this post. TrackBack URI

