CAKE

This is all that is left of the seven pound chocolate cake we bought at Costco last week when they were on sale for ten dollars. I figure if you ate the whole thing you would gain fourteen pounds so that comes to about 70 cents a pound. A bargain.

Notice that on the cake paper there is a swipe where someone took their finger and swiped up a bit of cake that was left on the paper. I have no idea who does such plebian things.

Of course we didn't eat the whole thing all at once but this is all that is left so we have made a pretty big dent in it, day by day. We're like that, willing to chip away at a task, day by day until it is accomplished.

I'm pretty sure we gained weight, chipping away at this four level bit of decadence, but since my husband is perpetually thin maybe the fatness that was allocated for him will be added to me. I do not want his allocation.

When my first baby was about a year old, he's--coughfortycough--still young so it was hardly any time ago, at all, I made a beautiful chocolate cake for dinner. We all had one piece. The next day while my perpetually skinny husband was at work I decided to have a piece of cake. Then, because Duncan Heinz and I were such marvelous bakers, I decided to have another piece. And while my child napped I ever so carefully sliced one more sliver off the cake and another sliver and another sliver which added up to another piece--or more. Then, I took a good look at it and was shocked. There was more than half left but not a lot more than half.

I couldn't let my husband come home from work and see that his wife was a cake glutton. I was a cake glutton but I couldn't let him see it. So, I did what every sane woman in the history of the world would do. I stuffed the cake down the garbage disposal, baked a new one, cut as much as was gone when he left for work, stuffed that down the garbage disposal too and finished just in time for dinner.

After dinner Phil had a piece of cake. I couldn't face eating one more piece so I declined. He thought I was full of restraint and was disciplined. He was right. I was disciplined enough to not tell this tale until now.

I should reward myself for my discipline. Maybe with a piece of cake. If I eat just one piece there will be enough for a piece for Mr. Disgustingly Skinny and one for me, tomorrow.