A Compromise of Sorts
The eclair orgies must stop. Now.
It's a daily habit, and combined with all of the other bread, pastries, dairy and goodness I'm consuming like the apocalypse is nigh, I'm speeding down heart attack highway.
But let's face it. There's no way I'm going to deny myself while I'm here. So I compromised.
Right around the corner from us is a fruit and vegetable stand that I am quite sure exists simply for food photographers. Each piece of fruit is in its most perfect, pristine form - color, texture and ripeness. To boot, the guy who runs it is such a gentleman, and always gives the kids a fresh piece of fruit while we're shopping.
This morning I bought strawberries, and they're as fresh and fragrant as if they came from a farmer's market in June. In honor of indulgence, I poured Creme Legere on top. So. Good.
I'll admit, this is justification, but at least I slipped some fiber and vitamins into my diet.