Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Sugar Fix

Ok...we have all of these baked goods. Are we (meaning me and Randy) really expected to eat all of them? Don't get me wrong- I love every single little morsel of their yummy goodness but if my hips get any bigger, I won't be able to blame their size on being "big boned" in that region!
What to do with all the yummy goodies? (ha ha- that sounds like the name of that Chinese restaurant in Venice Beach- "Yummy Goody". Never tried it out though).

4 comments:

jacquie said...

Here's what you do. You eat as much as you possibly can stuff down your greedy little throat all through the Christmas Holiday. Then the next day, you fast. (Another word for "If I eat one more goody I will puke.) The next day after that you nibble, slap your hand, nibble, look in the mirror and see a hippo, walk away, nibble. This is the day you should pack everything up in little packets (about 64). Some of them you put in the freezer for later "company", others you put in the pantry for "lunch".
Then the "after holiday resolve" hits and you decide that you are not going to eat any thing ever again. So the stuff in the cupboard sits and sits and sits. It doesn't take too long before it gets moldy or stale and then it's legal to throw it away. (I know, because my war bride friend from Austria told me.)
The stuff in the freezer takes a little longer to deal with. You can shove it from side to side for several months before the fuzzy frost convinces you that you will probably never eat it. If you went through The Gread Depression, the fuzzy frost will not tell you this. It will just keep your freezer stuff company until you die, then you grandchildren will have to deal with all of your holiday goodies.

Or you could just throw it all away the day after Christmas and resume normal life. Naaahhh. Too easy.

Martha said...

When you come up with a great idea let me know. I have buckets...literally, of candy and cookies.

jacquie said...

what? you didn't think my idea was great?

Martha said...

I think I'd rather skip to the trash part. (Especially skip the hippo in the mirror.)