Easter Dinner Debacle
I had great plans. But chocolate destroyed them all.
Easter dinner approached. I had eyeballed the amount of wine that makes 1 glass and held myself to that amount. I alternated wine with sparkling water. I cooked two vegetables to take up room on my plate. Even though Jim ran out and bought ingredients for Hollandaise, I with held. I ate only a small portion of lamb — which I love. I took only two small potatoes.
And then it happened. (Cue scary music. . .)
My father in law whipped out a giant bar of expensive chocolate. Does he eat chocolate? No! Does my husband eat chocolate? No! Does anyone in the family other than me eat chocolate? No!
Needless to say, during the post-Easter dinner chit-chat, the entire bar of chocolate disappeared one piece at a time… into me…
Oh well. I guess it could have been worse. I could have had a 1/2 bottle of wine, a heap of potatoes, Hollandaise, huge piles of lamb, fatty gravy and a whole bar of chocolate!
And the good news: I got back to eating correctly on Monday and Tuesday.