Sophie repeated his advice and her dilemma to the rest of the family over the next few days, and ended the story with a wink at whoever was in on the conspiracy at that moment with, "Yes, I'm only having one slice now, but I'll be sure to cut it tick"
They didn't say 'th' so grandma Pearl would often say, "what on eart" and 1 & 2 'Corintians' etc.
Right now, a big tick slice (the crust) of warm homemade bread with butter slathered to the edge and some half frozen strawberry freezer jam covering it like a blanket, well ...... the little thing under my tongue is making extra juices in anticipation of digesting such a party in my mouth.
Or graham crackers and milk with peanut butter. Now I'm drooling..... I could write a book about my love affair with peanut butter-on anything!
Thankfully I can write about it and imagine it without acting on it. Neither of those lovable foods are in the house.
And I'm not pregnant, with justifiable cravings that used to persuade Craig into 'middle -of -the night- trips- to- the- store' chores. He's happily asleep, while I'm dreamin' awake of just one slice.....
May I say it? Carbs make me really, really, really happy! :) I have a friend who is a professional marathoner who can't wait to run her daily 6 miles. She says running makes her really, really happy.
Hmmmm......ponder this with me, we both get high from a hit of our favorite drug.....only hers stays, lasts and gives her energy.
I don't want to talk about it.... :)