J made a 2-tier cake and finished it last night. There were multiple steps that took multiple days. Make the lemon marmalade. Turn that into a lemon marmalade glaze. Make buttercream. Bake 2 cakes. Let the buttercream cool and harden. Assemble. Well last night it was completed. We each had a slice. I had had a large-sized dinner, so I stopped halfway through and didn’t finish the slice. Bully for me!
Well, I did not want this cake loitering at home, even though it’s not on my top 10 food favorites. I will still eat it, as it is already made, and it is yummy. J gave me half to take in today to give away to coworkers. Well, I didn’t bring enough for lunch, or well, I brought enough, but I’m not used to eating so little. It’s 4 pm, and I’m starving. I am thinking about the big huge chunk o’ yummy cake in the next office, knowing it is left over and wanting to eat it since I am so hungry. I mean really *hungry*! I’ve been hungry for like 2 hours, talking myself out of eating this and that (such as chocolates I have squirreled away at my desk for desperate times).
So what did I end up doing? I did not eat the cake! Instead, I made a packet of oatmeal. It still has sugar in it, but at least it’s only 155 calories and has a lot of fiber and other yummy, stick-to-your-ribs goodness. But it’s a poor consolation prize compared to cake. As my coworker said when I showed her (with a huge frowny on my face) “that makes me sad.”
Yes, I am sad. Triumphant. But sad. This is a bittersweet story (like the marmalade, haha). And there’s still a third of the cake at home. That makes me even more sad. (And I won’t even mention the leftover buttercream that J saved for “cupcakes.” But I don’t WANT cupcakes! I’ll eat them! You’re not ALLOWED to make cupcakes.)