Even supermarkets are out to get me…

I went shopping yesterday to grab some necessities and other small items to prepare for Miss Sassy Pants’s birthday party this weekend. The Animal and I were doing well, sampling cantaloupe and honey dew melon as we moved around the store.

Because I can’t help myself, I went to survey the wondrous excitement that is the deli and bakery area.

Many of you know that I’m addicted to anything sweets. My biggest downfalls are cupcakes, birthday cake, and chocolate chip cookies. If those are around, you can generally assume that no one else will get a piece or slice or serving.

After the Animal was born, I decided that I needed to figure out the BEST recipe for frosting. I swore that I could figure out the way that bakeries in grocery stores  made their frosting so I could make it myself. I made about two batches, and nothing really worked or tasted right.

Life got busier, so I haven’t tried any new recipes yet. But, I may not have to.

The picture up top is not a picture of playdough. Actually, it’s tubs of frosting – from the bakery. Pre-made, pre-packaged, ready-for-me-to-eat-out-of-the-bucket frosting. It’s like crack for sweet-toothed people like me.

Those two little angels that sit on my shoulders were talking to me:

“Buy some – you can eat it straight from the tub!”

“Don’t buy it! You don’t need it! Plus, you could make your own!”

“Buy some! It’s pretty! Look at all the colors!”

“Don’t buy it! You’re trying to LOSE weight!”

Inevitably, the good little angel won, and I didn’t buy any. But I did take a picture so I can dream.