Fat Tuesday, In Every Sense of the Word
Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday--or as I like to view it: the day when the other half of the office takes a long lunch on Ash Wednesday. Now I can look forward to them stinking up the office with microwaveable or take-out fish on Fridays*, and whining about having given up sweets for Lent.
This means there will be no Bezzie-made cookies brought into my office for 40 days and 40 nights.
The whine-factor is too much.
Did Jesus whine? Probably not. But he was alone in the desert, so maybe he did.
Anyway, back onto the subject of cookies.
Even though I'm raising a boy that comes home and says to me with wide eyed wonderment:
"Mom, my friend Kole's mom packed him storebought cookies in his lunch. Storebought cookies in your lunch? People actually eat those?"
I have my own temptations.
My old college roommate and I lived off of Grandma's double chocolate cookies for two years.
They were 85 cents in the laundry room vending machine and oh so delicious compared to cafeteria food.
Imagine my delight when I discovered a vending machine near my office that sold them!
They're still 85 cents--but much smaller nowadays!
I thought I would read the back for the nutritional information -- to see exactly where my Freshman and Sophomore 15 came from.
Look at the calories.
There are two cookies in the package. One cookie is 150 calories. But two cookies is 310 calories.
Can someone enlighten me as to why this is? Shouldn't it only be 300 calories?
Or when they say "entire package" does that mean I have to ingest the wrapper too?
Needless to say, as much as I loved these as a college kid, I don't see myself hitting the vending machine for them much more.
I'll stick to my own cookies--just as my own cookie has stuck to Moochie's face!
Happy Fat Tuesday!
*For some weird reason, no matter WHERE I work, my desk is always near the lunchroom and I have to endure the mish-mash of food smells for two hours every day.