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Too hot for a chocolate steamer

But it's lovely weather for a chilly green tea flavored with a bit of peppermint and honey. Ummm, and a Tuna Nicoise salad from the Grove for lunch.

Today felt self indulgent to me. (careful) Today felt like a day when, if presented with a tantalizing coconut cream pie or creamy chocolate cake or tapioca pudding I WOULD HAVE JUMPED IN FACE FIRST!

Amazingly, I was able to resist the pull of their red velvet cupcakes frosted with cream cheesy frosting. I still don't know how I did it, but there you have it. The cranky looking customer who was semi-leaning on the display case when I dashed in to pick up my salad may have dissuaded my sauntering over and caving in...Thank you cranky pants lady!

Strange how some days are sweet days. And some days are sour lemon dressing and tangy tarty days. And some days are all about the spicy...

This looks like what I chose to eat:



So, clearly, I've avoided a train wreck by choosing the subdued Tuna Nicoise accompanied by a chilly green tea.

The day, however. Is not yet done. And there's a party tonight, Daughter's boyfriend's party. Belated due to a death in his family. So it's today. And there might be sweets.

This is what I avoided due to cranky lady:



Which means it's good I didn't indulge earlier because I would have to indulge again later and then felt guilty about it.

But now, if something looks really good (I'm pretty picky, actually..I may be a sweet snob..in fact I know myself to fit into that category) I may go ahead and give in.

What they may have at the party:


In which case I will probably have to enjoy.

Or they may have this:


In which case I may be able to just walk away since I just baked up a batch of toasted coconut/chocolate chunk cookies (and I have a burned hand to prove it..:-(, so these are similar enough I might be able to walk, but we'll see.

Sometimes it's really about the way the brain just goes off on a tangent early in the day and the rest of the day is spent trying to get it back on track and OFF the distractions.

And sometimes it's about letting the consciousness flow and hanging out to see what surfaces.

Today would be the latter of those for me.

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