My Real Life

So, I have a guilty pleasure.  A guilty, guilty pleasure.  It’s something I absolutely should not do.  It’s something I do in secret when the kids are sleeping or otherwise occupied and I know they won’t come sneaking up on me.  It’s something that is bad for me.  Way bad for me.  But, I can’t help it.  It’s an addiction.  One that I don’t want to beat.

What is it?

It is this:

Turkey Hill Chocolate Peanut Butter Cup ice cream.  An enormous scoop.  On a sugar cone.

Let me just say right here, before I continue, that the first one of you to utter the words, “But you are diabetic” will be banned from the site.  Permanently.  This is information I already have and is information I choose to ignore in the face of Turkey Hill Chocolate Peanut Butter Cup ice cream, heretofore to be referred to as “The Sin.”

I am, what you may call, a connoisseur of ice creams that blend the flavors of chocolate and peanut butter.  In fact, I’m a connoisseur of anything that blends chocolate and peanut butter.  Pre-diabetes, when feeling blue, I’d take a whole Hershey bar and dip it into a jar of peanut butter.  Repeatedly.  It always made me feel better.  I have changed those ways, but the ice cream?  Give a girl a break.

Anyway, lots of ice creams have the chocolate peanut butter flavor, but not all are fabulous.  Friendly’s has a flavor with the promise of actual peanut butter cups inside.  It is rare that you actually find a whole cup…in fact, you usually just would find the chocolate shell. 

But, The Sin doesn’t make promises on which it can’t deliver.  Inside every container of The Sin, you will find an enormous vein of solid peanut butter running through it.  Digging into the soft chocolate ice cream with your scoop, you are reminded of the men who spent their lives in the mines, looking for that line of silver or gold in the walls of the cave.  Then, there it is.  A strike. 

There are several of these per container.  So, each cone is it’s own experience. 

Look at it.

In order to be more healthy, (I know, there is nothing healthy about this), I’ve recently started having my Sin in the afternoon, before dinner.  That way, I’m still up and active and have some shot at lowering my blood sugar after eating it.  It seems much wiser than eating it while sitting in bed, then falling asleep in a Sinful coma.

So, now you’ve seen my shame.  Isn’t it great?