re: #438 GeneJockey

That way, madness lies!
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Seriously, for me overeating is a function of the EXISTENCE of pie. I can’t eat just one piece. If it’s there, I’ll eat it. I discovered over my recent 16-day Fuck-Off-apalooza that one reason I could lose 30# this year had to do with there being no snacks available at work. At home, if I get peckish, I just stroll to the kitchen and make a sandwich, or some toast with jam, or a dish of cashews, then another…

On top of that, the Older Boy tried to kill me. He made caramels FOUR FUCKING TIMES!!!, in addition to 3 apple pies, 2 pumpkin, and a blueberry. Then on Sunday night, he suddenly decided to make Yorkshire Pudding.

Yorkshire Pudding? What in the Wide, Wide World of Sports possessed him? Where did he even get the idea?

snicker.

Ignoring the pudding (if possible), I’ll make a suggestion - one you can pass to Older boy.

Make tarts. Individual tarts. And freeze all but the next serving. Usually (depending on just how tempted you are) the need to thaw slows things down just enough, and the individual portions helps as well.

On the other hand … I decided, a few nights ago, that I wanted to make cheesecake. I do, umm, heavy, large cheesecake. Very rich.

It lasted 24 hours. Because I managed to hide it in the back of the refrigerator for 12.