There must be a direct correlation between mind, body and food. Otherwise, why would they call all those yummy, heavily carbed, fat soaked foods, comfort food? My mind burdened with the anxiety of realizing that my boss sucks and a huge chocolate bar will make it all better can be rationalized… right? Technically I'm a sucker for the peanut butter and chocolate combination. Reeses recently came out with dark chocolate peanut butter cups. I've yet to find them, but I'm dying to try them.
So the simple question remains: after a long, arduous day of him barking in my ear, what will I indulge in that totally negates my dietary efforts during the day? This sounded totally up my alley:
I Hate My Husband Pie... You take bittersweet chocolate and don't sweeten it. You make it into a pudding and drown it in caramel.
Yum.
If Jenna Hunterson in Waitress could bake pies to express her disdain for her husband and serve them to the world to enjoy… well… maybe someone out there will get a kick out of these blogs and I can figure out what to have for dinner.
On the menu for tonight: a bunch of sour pink apples.
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