Perspective
The other day I was bemoaning how quickly I’d eaten a fresh-baked batch of cinnamon rolls.
“That’s the problem with living alone,” I said forlornly to my friends as we sat knitting.
“No,” replied Heather, the sharpest of the assembled group, “that’s the privilege.”
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smart friends you have there, Belinda!
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Yes, I like their view on life!
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This is a perfect example of “it’s all how you look at it.” I completely understand your side. I’ve felt that shame about overeating, too. But I’m sure those rolls were heavenly. Now that I’m dieting – I can only imagine them. 🙂
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Oh, just for fun – here’s one of my paintings of one! https://foodartist.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/cinnamon-roll.jpg
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Ha! That looks even better than the real thing! Seriously, you are tremendously talented.
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Hopefully they become real only in my imagination soon — they are too easy to make and even easier to gobble down!
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Cute
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Thank you!
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When I lived alone I enjoyed pleasures like that quite often. Yum!
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I almost expected to see chalk outlines on the plate where the rolls – albeit briefly – resided. Maybe some yellow tape marking off the table. This logic also applies if one is living with others but has lone access to rolls at any given time. What’s a person to do when left alone with these things? No crime in taking them (all) in…
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Ha!
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