Defeated By the Sparkly Bell Cookie

Everyone’s a little sugared out from the holidays. At my work, they’ve started bringing in leftover treats to share.

Now, I’m okay with this, because for me, there’s really no such thing as being sugared out. The whole point of having sugar is so you can get up enough energy to seek and consume MORE sugar. This is why the concept of Halloween is such a success.

Additionally, my baby book says that this week, I should start eating more fats. And even though they don’t exactly mean sugar-fats, they mean avocados and olive oil and nuts, this is a god-given opportunity to misunderstand.

Unfortunately (or fortunately?) my child is already smarter than its mother. And its brain’s not even fully formed yet, which does not bode well for the teenage years.

It’s figured out how to manipulate my brain and stomach so I will crave these silly things called “fruits” or “vegetables.” Also, all sorts of meats, which is weird, because the only meat I’ve eaten for years is beef. (I’m a vegetarian with an incurable taste for cow.)

So, I decided to try to give in to these cravings, and eat better for the baby. I’ve been cooking normal people meals (i.e. casseroles and pastas instead of cereal) and making adorably balanced lunches with nuked deli meat sandwiches, fruit and goldfish crackers.

We did not account for the pile of sparkly bell cookies in the break room.

They have red sparkles, and they are shaped like cunning little bells (to quote Brittany from the cartoon Daria, “You can almost hear them riiiiinging!”).

I know they’ll probably just taste like gritty sugar cookie, but MAN do they look fun to eat. I need to find out if they ARE fun to eat.

Does this ever happen to you?

Image credit: Nafta foods