Cakes, chocolates, icecream, custard, pudding, jelly (or jello depending on where you live), pancakes, tiramisu, egg nog, cold coffee….
That’s all I can think of as I type this post.
Either I am taking this “eating healthy and losing the handles” thing too seriously for my own good that my brain takes its own way to kill me, or my hormones are acting up. Probably a bit of both. OR a lot of it.
After a long time (even years perhaps), I ate a regular home meal not cooked by me. We had to pick up a few distant nieces and a tiny nephew to spend the day with us, and decided to eat at an aunt’s house for the sake of logistics. I finally have proof that I suck as a cook. What I ate yesterday was meal. What I eat every day at home is crap.
Another food thought.
The nephew and nieces who spent the day with us, are raised in orthodox families that have strict rules about what to eat. Given that the kids were with us for many hours, I was bound to feed them something, and it was hard. No cookies (eggs), no bread (yeast), no jam (gelatin), no hot chocolate (God knows why), no bhel puri (home made, mind you, and without onions), no cakes (eggs), no chips (store bought)… While I am in awe of families that tenaciously hold on to tradition, I wonder if it is very restrictive. I finally fed them apples and turmeric milk. Healthy I know but less fun no? I could have made them traditional snacks like murukku and laddu, but I am a crappy cook.
It would be lovely to eat a large hot brownie and wash it down with cold coffee right now. Hmmm.