I admit it...I caved. The mind was weak, the flesh was willing, and the Internet was available.
Since there are no Trader Joe's anywhere near (for which my thighs offer up silent blessings), I was forced to mailorder them fresh from a peanut farm.
They arrived last night.
The box was sitting there--unopened--when I got home from this week's weight-in at WW. I was slightly depressed because I'd only dropped 2/10 of a pound this week....far off my goal-to-myself to lose at least one pound a week.
Now, quite possibly, if I hadn't made (read: Sampled. A lot of) a double batch of the Blue Chip pecan chocolate chip cookies and the double test batch of Alice Medrich's fudge brownies with DiSarrano-marinated apricots this week, I might have lost a tad more.
But there you have it. My never-ending conflict between baking, sampling, and weight control...my personal demon, my culinary Ménage à trois. I fear duct tape is the last resort.
But back to the peanuts. I love peanuts. Let me rephrase that with optional HTML text...I LOVE peanuts!! And quite possibly, I love even more their seductive sibling, peanut butter. I won't even go into my issues with the 8th Deadly Sin: Peanut Butter and Chocolate.
I tried NOT to see all the peanut butter recipes recently posted. But the physical evidence was sitting there on my kitchen counter: a large jar of blister peanuts, fresh from the farm. Any first-year rookie cop could have seen I was guilty.
But we've got to verify it legally
To see...
(Mayor)
To see...
(Judge)
If she...
(Mayor)
If she...
(Judge)
Is morally, ethically
(Munchkin 1)
Spiritually, physically
(Munchkin 2)
Positively, absolutely
(Munchkin Men)
Undeniably and reliably honest about tracking her calories.
So I would like you all to know that I got out the digital scale, measured EXACTLY ONE OUNCE of those little beauties and dutifully logged in the points--four of them, to be exact.
As Coroner, I do concur,
I thoroughly examined her
And she's not only merely plump
She's really most sincerely plump.
I will be making Michael's CI peanut butter cookies some time this weekend. Duct tape will be involved. The resulting cookies, of which I'm sure will be delicious, will be donated to the library staff. I plan to save 2 of them for myself and two for Lar.
I ask only that you keep me in your thoughts and prayers this weekend. I suspect I'll need all the help I can get.
Since there are no Trader Joe's anywhere near (for which my thighs offer up silent blessings), I was forced to mailorder them fresh from a peanut farm.
They arrived last night.
The box was sitting there--unopened--when I got home from this week's weight-in at WW. I was slightly depressed because I'd only dropped 2/10 of a pound this week....far off my goal-to-myself to lose at least one pound a week.
Now, quite possibly, if I hadn't made (read: Sampled. A lot of) a double batch of the Blue Chip pecan chocolate chip cookies and the double test batch of Alice Medrich's fudge brownies with DiSarrano-marinated apricots this week, I might have lost a tad more.
But there you have it. My never-ending conflict between baking, sampling, and weight control...my personal demon, my culinary Ménage à trois. I fear duct tape is the last resort.
But back to the peanuts. I love peanuts. Let me rephrase that with optional HTML text...I LOVE peanuts!! And quite possibly, I love even more their seductive sibling, peanut butter. I won't even go into my issues with the 8th Deadly Sin: Peanut Butter and Chocolate.
I tried NOT to see all the peanut butter recipes recently posted. But the physical evidence was sitting there on my kitchen counter: a large jar of blister peanuts, fresh from the farm. Any first-year rookie cop could have seen I was guilty.
But we've got to verify it legally
To see...
(Mayor)
To see...
(Judge)
If she...
(Mayor)
If she...
(Judge)
Is morally, ethically
(Munchkin 1)
Spiritually, physically
(Munchkin 2)
Positively, absolutely
(Munchkin Men)
Undeniably and reliably honest about tracking her calories.
So I would like you all to know that I got out the digital scale, measured EXACTLY ONE OUNCE of those little beauties and dutifully logged in the points--four of them, to be exact.
As Coroner, I do concur,
I thoroughly examined her
And she's not only merely plump
She's really most sincerely plump.
I will be making Michael's CI peanut butter cookies some time this weekend. Duct tape will be involved. The resulting cookies, of which I'm sure will be delicious, will be donated to the library staff. I plan to save 2 of them for myself and two for Lar.
I ask only that you keep me in your thoughts and prayers this weekend. I suspect I'll need all the help I can get.