Published October 23rd, 2008
I blame it on the caramel apples.
You see, that’s where it starts. Once I see the Honey Crisp apples in my grocery store I’m soon yearning to jab popsicle sticks into them and coat them with a gooey layer of melted Kraft caramel. As far as sweets go, they’re not too bad. They have relatively little fat, and you’re getting at least one serving of fruit (more like two given the size of apples these days). But so starts the slippery slope.
By mid-October the Halloween candies start appearing, and I just HAVE to have me some candy corn. Yes, they’re sickly sweet, but they’re my once-a-year guilty pleasure. Normally I can avoid most of the “fun size” candy bars since I no longer work in an office, but many of my clients will have bowls of them out, taunting me. Of course, whatever doesn’t go into trick-or-treaters hands on All Hallows Eve somehow manages to makes its way down my gullet. But this year my darling and I will dining at the Herbfarm, so we won’t be handing out treats.
After Halloween there’s my birthday on Nov. 12, which I’ve always used as an excuse to indulge (it typically ends up being a week-long orgy). Then it’s Thanksgiving with the pies and the wine and the mashed potatoes and the wine and the turkey & gravy and the wine and the stuffing and yet more wine. Early in December you’ll typically find me in my kitchen whipping up batches upon batches of cookies and “Texas Trash” to give as client gifts (but of course there are leftovers for us to eat), then I’ll gorge myself silly at the Christmas Eve feast. While New Year’s tends to be a subdued affair, you can pretty much guarantee there’ll be a champagne glass in my hand.
This is all a long-winded way of saying I tend to gain weight this time of year.